They said twenty-four hours.

Well, that's about how long Emma had been sitting in this chair beside Daniel's hospital bed. Well, not continuously. Faith had forced her to go home around hour eighteen, made her shower and change into clean clothes, and get checked by another doctor who'd given her pain medication for her concussion and bruises. Emma had insisted on non-drowsy, so she was awake when Daniel woke up.

But Emma had come right back. There was no way she could stay away.

Now she sat ...