By the time morning came around, Laci had become more than ready to get out of there. Between the lousy food and the constant poking of her body every hour on the hour, she needed to get out of this place just to get some rest. Besides, she desperately wanted to wear normal clothes once more and get out of that flimsy gown that flapped in the back that hospitals forced you to wear.
Jayden cut classes at the college to help their mother get Laci home and situated, determined, she said, to be there for Laci no matter what her sister needed. Maria Valentine sat in the backseat with Laci, while Jayden drove, her mother telling her to slow down every time she took a turn, causing Laci to wince.
Home. That was a word Laci never thought she'd be saying in the context of returning to her childh
