When Hailey returned to the waiting room, she had a smile for him that warmed him to his soul. She also had a piece of paper that she handed him. “It’s from my father.”

He tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll read it later. How is he?”

“He’s good. Sleeping. Henry said the surgery went well,” Hailey said.

She looked like she could fall asleep on her feet. She flopped into a chair.

“Let’s get you home. I’ll send Kevin a text.”

“I’m not ...