“Here to see the mayor’s family?” Lark asked.
“Yes. I try to stop by every few days. The changes are slow, but I want to keep up with how he’s doing. How’s Skye?” As she asked about Lark’s sister, Stella gazed into Lark’s green eyes and saw her solemn look.
“No change, but thank you for asking about her.” Skye had sustained head injuries during the tornado and had been in a medically induced coma ever since. Stella knew Lark was worried about her sister and the baby and it hadn’t helped that no one knew who the baby’s father was.
“And how’s her baby?”
“She’s doing well,” Lark answered, her voice filling with relief. “I’m so thankful to work here so I can be closer to them.”
“I’m glad Skye is doing well,” Stella said, happy to hear good news about Skye’s tiny baby, who came into the world two months prematurely after her mother was injured during the storm. “Every storm survivor is wonderful,” Stella said.
“Right now, we’re looking for Jacob Holt.” Stella remembered the gossip four years earlier when Jacob had run away with Skye.
“You think he’s in Royal?”
“No. If he was here in Royal, I think, in a town this size someone would know. But they’re trying to find him. His brother is looking.”
“If Keaton doesn’t know where Jacob is, I doubt if anyone else does.”
“You know so many people—have you heard anything about him?”
“No, nothing. If I do, I’ll let you know.”
When the elevator stopped on Lark’s floor, she stepped into the doorway and turned back.
“If you do hear about him, please let me know. Skye can’t tell us anything, and her baby certainly can’t. We need to talk to Jacob. With him missing and Skye in a coma, Keaton wants to test the baby’s DNA to see if she’s a Holt.” Lark shook her head. “If you hear anything at all about Jacob, please call me. You have my cell number. Just call or text.”
Stella nodded. “I will.”
The doors closed and Stella thought about Skye. So many people had been hurt by the storm. But Stella was happy to hear the joy in Lark’s voice when she said the little preemie was doing well.
The elevator stopped on Mayor Richard Vance’s floor. When she went to the nurse’s station, she was told the mayor’s wife was in the waiting room.
* * *
It was an hour later when Stella left the hospital and hurried to her car. Before she left downtown she stopped at a drugstore to pick up a few things she needed at the Cozy Inn. When she went inside, she recognized the tall, auburn-haired woman she had known for so long because their families were friends. She walked over to say hello to Paige Richardson.
At her greeting Paige turned and briefly smiled. Stella gazed into her friend’s gray eyes.
“How are you? How’s the Double R, Paige?” she asked about Paige’s ranch, which she now had to run without her husband.
“Still picking up the pieces,” Paige said. “I heard Aaron Nichols is here again to help. Are you working with Cole and Aaron?”