Hannah hoped so, too. “I’m worried about Pat. He didn’t look great when he left.”
“Brett will take care of him. What about you?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You spent a lot of time with Ida when you were working in the retirement village. How do you feel about her being so sick?”
“Sad. She’s been through so much.” Hannah opened the blanket she’d wrapped around her legs and shared it with Claire. “Ida worked hard to regain some mobility after her stroke. She was determined not to lose her independence. But no matter how hard she tried, she never got to the stage where she could go home. Pat and Brett will be devastated if anything happens to her.”
“At least she’s in the best possible place. The hospital will do everything they can to make her better.”
Hannah closed her eyes and prayed that her sister was right.
“I’ve got some good news if you want to hear it?”
“Did we win the state lottery?”
Claire smiled. “Not quite. I opened two emails this evening from people wanting to book weddings with us. They’re getting married in April.”
“I hope they’re not both Easter brides?”
Claire smiled. “Only one. What’s wrong with getting married at Easter?”
“Nothing, as long as you’re not picky about your caterer, venue, and florist. Some people book everything two years in advance for an Easter wedding.”
“Well, that bride and groom only need us to stage their reception. Everything else is booked.”
“I’m glad.” Hannah glanced at her phone. Brett still hadn’t sent her a text.
With a quick tug, Claire took the blanket away from their legs. “Come on. If we stay here we’ll both go crazy wondering what’s happening. How about I make two super-duper hot chocolates?”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Mrs. Bennett walked into the living room wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown. “Could you make that three?”
Hannah pulled herself off the sofa. “Couldn’t you sleep, either?”
“Sleep is a rare commodity around this house. I heard Dave moving around upstairs, too.”
“I’ll make four mugs of chocolate,” Claire said as she moved toward the kitchen. “We might as well be together while we wait for news about Mrs. McConachie.”
“Do you think we should call the hospital?” Hannah asked Mrs. Bennett.
“It won’t do any good. The hospital won’t discuss patient information over the phone.”
“But I could call Brett.” Hannah pulled out her phone and found his cell phone number. “Even if he can’t talk to me, he’ll eventually get the message.”
Mrs. Bennett patted Hannah’s hand. “You don’t need to worry about Brett. He’ll let us know what’s happening as soon as he can.”
A loud thumping filled the hallway.
Dave rushed into the living room. “Someone’s driving toward the house. I don’t think it’s Brett’s truck.”
Hannah ran to the living room window. The glow of the vehicle’s headlights lit the dark night. “It’s too early for Brett to be back.”
“I’ll call the police.” Mrs. Bennett moved quickly toward the kitchen.
Dave peered through the window. “What if it’s the same people who attacked me?”
Before Hannah could answer him, he ran out of room. She checked the doors and windows and made sure the security system was still working.
