Part Fifty-Seven

“Kelley …”

Kelley opened his eyes and shifted. Milana was asleep on his chest and opposite him sat Jesse and Marley, both of them asleep as well. Kelley’s eyes focused and the waiting room came into view and then Drummond’s face.

“Lee?”

“He’s out of surgery.”

Kelley got to his feet as he gently moved Milana so her head could rest on the backrest of the chair. His shirt was rumpled and they’d been waiting for hours. At the end of the waiting room stood David and Cecile with the twins.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s okay, he’ll be in a lot of pain when he wakes up. One bullet nicked his kidney, the other two went straight through, missed his spine by millimeters and another one lodged above his hip.”

“Thanks, Ulrich. What about Marella?”

“They couldn’t save the baby but she’ll pull through.”

Kelley rubbed a hand over his face and looked at Ulrich Drummond, the doctor that had stitched up his head the night Jule had died. They’d stayed in contact and now Ulrich was his go to doctor on the side. He