Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Grandma Jo, this isn’t the time or place for that,” my sister Julia says. “Daphne is resting.”
“She wouldn’t want her good for nothing ex-boyfriend here,” Grandma Jo says stiffly. “He is not part of this family, and he never will be.”
“I’ve apologized a thousand times, and I’ll keep apologizing as long as it takes,” Aiden says.
“Rubbish. You can shove those apologies right up your—”
“Hey, my meeting ran late. How is she?” My father’s voice cuts off Grandma Jo’s insult.
“ASS.” Grandma Jo finishes, not one to be upstaged. “Right up your lying, cheating, good for nothing ass!”
I try to form a smile, but my lips just won’t move.
“Mother, this is not the time for that,” my dad says sharply.
“How did he even get in here?” Grandma Jo says. “He’s not family.”
“Sandy and I put him on the family list. He’s Daphne’s fiancé.”
And that’s enough to make my eyes finally open. Aiden has been my ex- fiancé for a little more than four months now, but both he and my parents refuse to accept it.
“Daphne!” Julia cries from beside me. “You’re awake. Thank God.”
Tears shine in my older sister’s eyes as it sets in—I’m in a hospital.
“Do you know who I am?” Julia asks.
I try to answer, but my throat is so dry and raw that nothing comes out.
“Okay, um…stick your tongue out if you know who I am,” she says.
I poke the tip of my tongue out through my lips and cheers erupt around the room.
“You were in a car accident, honey,” my dad says, approaching the side of my bed. “And you’re okay. Just healing a little bit in the hospital before you can go home.”
I try to sit up, but everything hurts and I still have that loopy, heavy sensation.
“Let’s call the nurse and let her know you’re awake,” Julia says, pushing a button near my bed.
A few seconds later, new voices enter the room.
“Daphne,” a woman in nurse’s scrubs says, smiling. “It’s good to see you awake.” She turns to the woman next to her. “Let someone in PR know Senator Barrington’s daughter is awake.”
“Is my granddaughter okay?” Grandma Jo demands. “Is there brain damage?”
“We still have more tests to run,” the nurse says.
“She stuck her tongue out when I asked her to,” Julia says.
“Well, that’s a good sign.”
“She’s awake?” My mother’s voice enters the room, and I bristle. “Oh, darling, thank goodness you’re okay.”
“I should let my Coms people know she’s awake,” my dad says. “They’ll want to send out a release.”
“Already?” Grandma Jo scoffs. “We still don’t know if she’s going to be a vegetable.”
The nurse shoots me a wide-eyed look of commiseration from beside the bed before saying, “Okay, everyone out for a little bit. We need to give the doctors some room to come in and evaluate Daphne.”
“But surely not us?” My mother gives the nurse a disdainful look. “We’re her parents.”
“I’m her fiancé,” Aiden says. “I want to stay.”
“You are not!” Grandma Jo pounds her cane on the ground for emphasis. “You’re a lying sack of horse manure.”
“Everyone not named Daphne Barrington needs to leave this room,” the nurse says. “Right. Now. I’ll update you in the waiting room when we know more.”
“Who’s your supervisor?” my mom demands. “Do you realize you’re evicting a US Senator from his own daughter’s hospital room?”
“You can find my supervisor at the nurse’s station,” the nurse says. “Her name’s Charlotte. And yes, I do.”
“It’s fine,” my eternally diplomatic father says, looking at me. “We’ll be in the waiting room, Daphne.”
Julia leans down and kisses my forehead, saying, “I love you.”
The nurse waits for them to clear the room. As soon as Julia closes the door behind her, she lets out a breath and comes to stand next to my bed.
“I’m Terry, your nurse here. You’re at Mercy Medical Center, and you’ve been here for a little over twenty-four hours.”
Swallowing is an effort, making me cringe. But I have questions, and I need my voice to ask them.
“Here,” Terry says, helping me move into a sitting position. She holds a cup of water with a bendy straw next to my mouth and tells me to sip slowly.
The cold water soothes and burns at the same time. I take several swallows.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice raspy.
“Do you remember my name?” she asks me.
“Terry.”
She smiles. “Good. I know you have lots of questions, but your throat is still irritated from smoke inhalation, so I’m going to tell you what happened before you ask any questions, and hopefully we can save you from talking too much.”
I nod, grateful.
“You were driving on the interstate, and the driver of a large van was driving in the other lane. He had a seizure and lost control of his vehicle. He crossed into your lane and struck the front driver’s side of your car.”
I furrow my brow, trying to remember. There’s nothing, though. I remember getting into my car to drive to a meeting at a regional food bank, but that’s all. There’s nothing after that.