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By the time I was told Raya was in surgery to repair damage to her liver, I had already found a comfortable spot in one of the waiting room chairs. With my jacket curled up as a pillow and my legs elevated just right on a short magazine table, it really isn't such a bad spot.
Traveling the world like I have, there have been far worse positions and accommodations that I've found myself napping in. And with no phone notifications to bother me, this corner of the waiting room is almost like a peaceful little hideout from the world. No Lawson to call and annoy me. No notifications from social media. No emails. No news stories. No weather alerts. I sigh and close my eyes, relishing in the ambient buzz of quiet chatter that is not directed my way.
