Caleb lowered his voice. “If she wakes up, this gets complicated.”
Complicated.
The word chilled me more than the IV fluids running into my veins.
After the doctor left, I heard Caleb whisper, “If they stall, we handle it ourselves.”
“Tonight?” my mother asked.
“Yes. Before she wakes.”
So I didn’t wake.
I stayed still and pretended to be closer to death than I was—because suddenly I understood something terrifying:
The crash may not have been an accident.
The Nurse Who Saved Me
Near midnight, a nurse entered. Her badge read Elena.
She adjusted my IV and paused. “You’re trying to come out of sedation.”
The call button was clipped near my hand. With enormous effort, I pressed it.
She turned sharply. “Ms. Monroe?”
I let my eyelids tremble open just enough.
Her expression changed instantly.
“Can you hear me?” she whispered.
I nodded.
“Blink once for yes. Twice for no. Are you safe?”
Two blinks.
Her posture shifted. Professional. Alert.
“Is someone here hurting you?”
One blink.
“Your husband?”
One.
“Your parents?”
One.
She didn’t doubt me. She didn’t dismiss it as confusion.
She acted.
She closed the curtain, pulled out a notepad.
WHO DO YOU TRUST?
With shaking fingers, I traced: L-I-L-Y C-H-E-N.
My best friend.