Winter Hart
Last night had been replaying in my mind. I felt better after talking to my father, but it would take time before the anxiety eased. I texted Sydney and Mal after I awoke to let them know I was okay. I didn’t want to talk about what happened. So instead of dwelling on it in the hotel, I got up with Jake. He had to go to the arena, and I wanted to visit the kids at the hospital.
I called some local stores to purchase some of my merchandise. I didn't have time to have stuff shipped over.
Once I had more than enough, I told the driver to head to the hospital. On the way, I called to order lunch for the kids, their families, and the staff on their floor. Even though it was a last-minute request, the restaurant confirmed that everything would be delivered to the hospital by noon
