Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
PART 12
When Connie finally came to see me, she stopped just inside the door and stared at the hospital bracelet around my wrist.
My older sister had never been someone who cried easily.
She cried then.
“You absolute idiot,” she said, crossing the room.
“You couldn’t pick up the phone?”
I held out my arms.
She hugged me with enough force to make a nurse protest.