At least Dr. Spangler hadn’t been named Jed’s guardian. But, this didn’t feel like half a loaf. If felt more like the bread heel—the nasty, crusty heel that her brothers would leave in the wrapper growing up and their mother would dutifully toast and eat with her morning tea. A crummy heel. She paced along the long hallway, trying to shake off her disbelief that Justice Bermann hadn’t ruled in her favor. Dr. Kayser overtook her a third of the way down the hallway. “Sasha, I’m sorry. I walked into that, but it’s true. I don’t think a treating physician should be the guardian. At least he didn’t name Dr. Spangler.” His kind eyes wrinkled with concern that he’d let her down. “Don’t be sorry, Dr. Kayser. You told the truth. But, don’t you see?” “See what?” He stared at her in confusion. “If Dr. Brown is the guardian, he can’t be the treating physician, per the judge’s order. You don’t have privileges here. That leaves guess who as the treating physician.”
