I never made it to the hospital. Claire’s staff arrived to deliver the clothes at almost four-thirty. Dammit! It felt like they’d done it on purpose.

Irritating? Absolutely.

But what could I do? Pick a fight? Of course not. That’s not me. I respect people’s time—and their jobs.

“Fine,” I muttered, walking back to my room. “I’ll just spend my Sunday at the hospital instead.”

Please, let nothing go wrong that day. I just wanted a little peace of mind.

I stayed inside the ...