“When I do get up, I will find her.” She pulled her thin blanket around herself. “I know you will hate me until I do.” “No!” Mum cried out so loudly the nurse came, then quietly closed the curtain that separated them from a woman unconscious in the next bed. Mum took Hazel in her arms. “It is not your fault. Don’t you dare carry that with you. Promise me.” “I promise nothing,” Hazel said, “only that I will find her. And I will never see Harry or Bridie Aberdeen again.”
