“I can’t believe the difference in him.”
“Me either.” He frowned. “I wish it had come sooner and under better circumstances, but I’ll be grateful for what it is now.”
She pushed her own plate aside. Dinner at her parents seemed like a week ago, but she still wasn’t hungry. The turn of events had taken away any appetite she might have had. She sipped her coffee, noting that it was infinitely better than what she’d had earlier. “Is there anyone else I can call for you? Someone to bring you a change of clothes and hygiene items?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Probably a good idea. I don’t know. I guess Norris could, or Greg. I’ll worry about that tomorrow.”
“Just let me know what I can do.”
“Thanks.” He finished off his coffee. “Do you mind if we go back upstairs?”
“No problem.”
He stacked their trays and dishes and carried them to the drop off area, then returned for her. She tried to gauge his emotions, but he kept them tightly under wrap for the moment.
Thomas remained sleeping when they reentered his room. They sat in the chairs they’d pulled close together. Midnight approached and a cold chill came over the room. She went to the nurse’s station and asked for a blanket.
When she returned, she saw Trey kneeling by his father’s side, quietly praying. The intimate scene stuck her, and rather than violate his privacy, she stepped outside until she heard the murmurs cease.
She sat down and spread the blanket over her lap. Trey held her hand after he reclaimed his seat, and she offered him a part of the blanket.
“I was praying,” he told her in a whisper, as to not disturb Thomas. “A peace I can’t explain washed over me. Whether Dad has hours or weeks, I’ll be okay. This stinks, I can’t lie, but I’ll make it through.”
“That’s God,” she told him. “Only God.”
