A Family To Heal His Heart. Tina Beckett

in her voice gave him pause. Maybe her other hospital saw more cases involving domestic violence than Mid Savannah did, although even one case was too many.

      “We’ll get her patched up, and hopefully the system will do what it’s supposed to do and keep her out of that home. I think the dad is in jail right now.”

      “As well he should be. And her mother?”

      “She said she was at work when the incident happened.”

      “The incident. That’s one way to put it.” Her tight voice spoke volumes. Then she sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. The wheels of justice just never seem to turn fast enough.”

      “I didn’t think you were, and you’re right, they don’t. But those wheels can’t move on their own. There has to be that initial push.”

      First she’d jumped when he’d come up behind her, now this. Was she just out of sorts today or was something else going on?

      “Those situations are just so hard. I actually volunteered at a center helping victims of domestic violence, so it’s just straying a bit too close to home.”

      “That’s interesting. I sat in on a meeting of department heads a couple of weeks ago. The hospital has discussed putting together a center for victims of domestic violence or abuse. They already have a grant from a private donor, but they need someone to jump start things. So far no one has stepped up to volunteer.”

      Lindy’s head came up. “Really? I would love to be involved.”

      “Are you still volunteering somewhere?”

      “Not at the moment. I took a leave of absence so I could focus on this job. I thought once I got established I could go back at some point.”

      An alarm sounded in one of the rooms and a light flashed in the panel of monitors behind her. She glanced back.

      “Go,” he said. “I’ll see you in surgery as soon as our patient is prepped. If you’re serious about helping out with the center, let the administrator know. I’m sure they could use someone who already knows the ropes.”

      “Thanks. I might just do that.” With that, she walked away, headed for the nearby room, leaving Zeke with more questions than answers. He was usually pretty adept at figuring people out after talking with them a time or two. But she was proving to be an enigma.

      There was part of him, though, that wondered if he wasn’t missing something obvious.

      Like what?

      He had no idea. And he was definitely not going to start asking her a bunch of questions. He barely knew her. Maybe he should drop in on the hospital administrator himself and let the cat out of the bag about her experience. Not everyone could stomach what went on behind closed doors. The fact that she could...

      How did one decide to volunteer for something like that? Especially if you had no first-hand knowledge?

      Something kicked up in the back of his head. Lindy had never mentioned a husband.

      So? That meant nothing.

      Or did it?

      Back at the cafeteria it had been Daisy and her mother with no mention of anyone else being involved in her life.

      Again, it might not be significant.

      And if it was?

      Then helping with the program might be the best thing that Lindy could do. Not only for the hospital’s sake. But if the weird feelings he had going on were true, then it might do Lindy some good as well.