was afraid of, surely it was a misunderstanding. Surely a child had gotten confused.
Then she spoke.
“Still sitting here waiting for her to wake up?” Her voice was flat and bored. “Honestly, Walter, it’s getting pathetic. You don’t know when to give up, do you?”
Walter didn’t say a word.
I heard her step closer to the bed. I could smell her perfume. The same one I’d bought her three Christmases in a row.
“Fine,” she said. “Since you’re so determined to camp out here, let me tell you a little secret about your grandma.”
I forced every muscle in my face to stay soft. I made my breathing slow and even. It was the hardest thing I have ever done.
“She already had her chance with you,” Lisa said. “And that accident proved she can’t keep you safe.”
“What does that mean?” Walter’s voice was small.
