Jack looked to Jonah’s mother, Janet, who sat in a nearby chair with a smile on her face.
“It’s up to the doctors,” she said.
Jasmine said, “I’ll check with Dr. Conroy. Jonah doesn’t have any treatments scheduled today. If he’s not neutropenic and stays bundled up well, he might be able to go out for a few minutes.”
Jonah’s eyes lit up with hope. “Pleas-s-s-s-s-e!!
Jasmine smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”
She left to find Dr. Conroy.
“Worst-case scenario, we’ll bring the snow inside,” Jack said. “But we’ll have to work quickly!”
Jonah smiled. “I take it back. You’re not a dollar-store Santa.”
“I told you, if you believe, dreams do come true.”
“Okay. Let’s talk about a Lamborghini next year. I really believe.”
We all laughed.
Jonah was serious.
My phone buzzed with a call from the sheriff. I excused myself and stepped into the hallway. “What is it?”
“Well, prosecutors dropped the charges against Holden.”
“Why?” I asked, my jaw about to hit the floor.
“He’s dead. Jacob Sweet shanked him in the pod. I guess we all reap what we sew.”
“I guess so.”
“I know you two are at the Children’s Hospital right now. When you’re done, I’ve got another case for you. This one’s weird. I don’t know what to make of it.”
