Lillian’s attorney. And he certainly didn’t know that someone was about to look very closely at every document he had touched.
The Morning She Woke Up — and the Phone Call That Changed Everything
Wendy opened her eyes on a Tuesday, three weeks after the accident. The light had that particular quality that only exists in hospitals — too bright, too flat, no warmth. She knew that light. She’d worked under it for six years. She had never been on this side of it before.
Her throat was raw where the breathing tube had been. Her ribs ached with every inhale. Her left arm was in a soft cast. Everything felt heavy, including the act of blinking.
The first face she saw was Pat’s. Not her father’s. Not her sister’s.
Pat was standing by the window with her arms crossed, watching the monitors. When she saw Wendy’s eyes open, she didn’t gasp
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