Chapter 23: False Hope

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Janice was sitting in the waiting area, she had been crying but had calmed, as she had a blanket wrapped around her that she had got from the nurses as she waited for her news, on her daughter. Liz Forbes saw Janice and how worried and in pain, she was in, as she had a bible and was reading it and a rosary, as she recited words and moved a finger on a bead. Janice was waiting on the news of her daughter.


Liz closed her eyes knowing that she had just talked to this woman. And,  saw her daughter, when she had arrested Damon. Now, here Liz was again, about to talk once again to her, but this time, it wasn't a friendly talk. She looked at Janice, rubbing her neck as she stood in the doors of the emergency hospital, knowing that she too had a daughter. And if something like this had happened. She wouldn't know either, how to handle it, but Janice, she was trying, as far as Liz could see. This woman was praying, and she had so much faith and strength to do so. Many people, wouldn't have been able to during a tragedy. Liz had seen victim's families, relatives, husband's, wives lash out and scream, and try and fight their way to their loved ones. When, they were already gone. Even, when they were still alive, but barely. Janice was praying.


 Liz let out a breath and sighed as she had her uniform and her gun on her waist belt, as she started to walk. She made it next to an empty seat next to Jancie and stood near it.


"Janice?"


Janice quickly looked up from her bible, and turned to see a sheriff. the same one who had come to her doorstep and had arrested that boy. 


 "May, I sit down? "I hope, you don't mind, if I stay here, with you a little bit and keep you company.


"No, I don't mind."


 Liz then took a seat next to her, as Janice wiped her eyes and dried them with a tissue. She put her rosary neatly inside her bible and closed it, but put a hand to it as Liz watched her.


Liz was about to speak, and say something, but Janice said, "I was just reading my bible and saying a prayer for my daughter, Josephine. Hopefully, I will hear something soon, from the doctor, or nurse. And, that the Lord will hear my prayer and let me know too. I am praying and hoping, I won't have to wait, much longer. But, no matter how long it takes, even if it's all night or until morning. I will be right here sitting and waiting. Yes, right here, in this very chair, praying just praying that she will pull through."


Janice smiled a little, but Liz could see, that she was not in high hopes, and worried as she heard her hoarse voice.


"I'm really, sorry Janice."


"I don't know, if you want to talk and maybe just tell me some good things about Josephine or if you just want, we can talk later about...." Liz paused knowing, she should have maybe, just done this on another time.


"Are you here, about what happened, to my daughter? And, to ask me questions, about what happened to her tonight? Or, is it related, to anything, that you have found? "


"Or, have you come, to talk about my house?"


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