"I hate waiting." Grace groaned for the thousandth time in the past 10 minutes. "I hate that you have to wait with me."
"Why?"
She tsked. "You were probably going to go into the office today. I'm making you wait here with Me. Hospitals generally take time. How long do we know that we are going to stay here for? It could be hours at a stretch. Why don't you goâ€""
"You know better than anyone else, or I'm not going to leave you alone, grace."
She was looking forward, yet, did not have to turn around to know that he was disappointed in her. It was clear from his voice.
His disappointment did not matter to her at the moment. What mattered was that? Her grandmother was still getting a scan somewhere in this hospital, and she was told to wait. Why could she not come? Perhaps instead of finance, she should have gone for being a doctor.
