condition.”
The room grew quiet again.
Most people knew the governor’s wife had been seriously ill.
Few knew the details.
“During treatment, she spent months at Children’s Hope Hospital.”
I frowned.
I knew that hospital.
Very well.
The governor continued.
“There was a volunteer there who came every Tuesday and Thursday evening.”
My heart skipped.
Oh no.
No.
He couldn’t possibly mean—
“She worked long shifts at a diner before coming in.”
The governor looked directly at me.
“Then she spent four hours reading stories to children whose parents couldn’t
