CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
(part four)
A half hour later
Wednesday — 6:10 P.M.
Running full speed, Jacob burst into the Rose Hospital waiting room. He skid to a stop in front of a Lipson site manager. A team of Lipson people had already 
gathered to support Sandy.
“Where’s Jill?” Jacob’s question echoed his panic.
“Jill?” the man repeated.
“My wife. Where’s my wife?”
“She’s back there…” a woman standing next to the site manager pointed toward emergency.
Jacob was running again. Ever since Delphie told him Jill was in the hospital, he couldn’t shake his terror. His ears heard only the timpani of his pounding heart. His mind filled with the horror of having to live without his precious Jill. He’d always known there would be a violent confrontation between Aden and the baker’s father. Was Jill wounded? Injured? Dead?
Trailing a yelling nurse, he jogged from green curtained area to green curtained area until he reached the back of emergency. He stopped short.
“SIR!” the nurse yelled. “You can’t be back here.”
“I have to find my Jill!”
“Jacob?” Jill poked her head out of a curtained area near the opposite corner.
She was in his arms. He held her until his heart stopped pounding, his breath began to even and the pressure from his unshed tears eased.
“What is it?” Jill whispered in his ear.
“I can’t live without you,” he said.
She held him tight.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow….