And with that, Frank shook his head, wrapped his arm around Misty, and then took my hand and barreled his way through the throng of people.
At the memory of Carter doing the same thing, I felt tears prick my eyes.
“Well said,” a man said as he followed us.
When we reached the white vans, a woman stood there with a clipboard in her hand.
Seeing us, she asked, “Who are you here to see?”
“Carter Griggs,” Misty said, wiping tears from her eyes.
I let go of Frank’s hand and moved to Misty’s side, and grabbed her hand.
She squeezed back.
The woman looked at Misty and asked with a soft tone, “And you are?”
“Misty Griggs.”
She nodded, then looked at Frank. “Frank Griggs.”
Then she looked at me, and I said, “Harlee Murray.”
Then she flipped a couple of pages, and then looked at me, “Could you have another last name?”
I shook my head, “No.”
Her eyebrow furrowed as she asked, “Spell your first name for me.”
I spelled it out for her, unsure of what was going on.
Then she sighed and took out her phone and placed a call.
I looked at her, then at Misty and Frank.
Misty asked, “Is there a problem.
“Hey, Caulson, I’m standing here with Frank and Misty Griggs and Harlee. She said her last name is Murray, but that’s not what we have.”
Then I watched as she waited, and then I watched her smile as her eyes came to me, “Got it. Thanks.”
She winked, “You're good to go, sweetheart. Apparently, Carter felt that you deserved more than what a girlfriend would get you, so he said you were his wife and listed you as Harlee Griggs.”
Misty nodded, “Well, of course he did. She’s our future daughter-in-law.”
Frank guffawed, “As soon as my son asks the question. He better do it soon.”
Then, according to who we were here to see, we were directed to different vans.
Apparently, the one we were directed to go to, was headed for the hospital instead of the convention center.
We were all loaded up in the vans and headed to the hospital.
The moment the van came to a stop, Parkland Memorial Hospital in Dallas stood before us. Imposing.
And all I could think about was that this facility better be the best in the nation.
With Frank’s arm around Misty’s shoulders, and my hand clasped in one of hers, we headed into the hospital.
