Page 53 of Unexpected Adventures

“You too.”

I make my way outside, Denise trailing me. Once I get to her car, I grab my bag and search for my socks and shoes, changing, then toss her sandals inside. I spin around to say goodbye, and Denise is there glaring at me.

“What?”

She only shakes her head as her gaze softens and she gives me a hug. “Be safe, Abby.Let me know the minute you’re back, okay?”

“I will.” I pull back to look at her. “We’ll have to plan another get-together, sis.”

“Yes, we will.” She gives me a quick squeeze before releasing me. “Turn on your Google Maps to make your way out to the highway. Now, get going.”

I nod and make my way to the rental. Once settled, I pull away and follow the directions through the curvy roads until I hit Highway 280. Thought after thought regarding Shaun whips through my mind, and my spirits sink a little more every minute.

“Freakin’ idiot,” I mutter to myself.Aboutmyself. I really did blow my chance at something great.What the heck is the matter with me?I crank up the music to drown out my thoughts, hoping for a distraction. It barely works, but before I know it, I’m approaching the connection for 101, where I’ll connect with Van Ness Avenue to head up to St. Francis Memorial, where Sylvia’s been admitted.

I navigate the streets and find parking, lock up the car, and enter the hospital. I stop at the information desk to identify myself and inquire about Sylvia. Once given her room number, I make my way there and practically run into Millie as I exit the elevator.

“Abby, dear.” She embraces me and we hold onto one another for a moment. When we pull apart, I can see the fatigue, the worry in her face.

“How is she?”

“She’s resting. The doctor ordered some tests and they’re just waiting for the results.”

“And, how are you? What can I do to help?”

“Just you being here is a big comfort. And I’m fine… just on my way to get some coffee.Your friend offered to sit with Sylvia until I return.”

“My friend? What friend? Who’s sitting with Sylvia?” I start to panic, wondering what the heck is going on. I didn’t call anyone, and I doubt Heather, although she’d be concerned, would come to the hospital. Once again, my mind is whirling until what Millie says breaks through.

“…such a nice young man.”

Huh? “What nice young man?”

“Well, Shaun, of course.” She pats my arm and gives me a smile. “Now you go on and go in there. I’m sure he’s anxious to see you, and Sylvia may even be waking up at any moment.”

Millie steps around me, not waiting for an answer, and I’m just dumbstruck, unable to put one foot in front of the other.

Shaun is here?

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