d blood on her mother's skin made her stomach drop. She he

ard, forcing the metallic taste down her throat. She grabbed a

king as she reached for

callin

Bridget's wrist was shockingly stro

hospitals. Do not

rs burning the b

! How long have you been hiding

She forced her posture to straighten,

too many late nights. A blood vessel

, her voice cracking. "I am calling

es turned co

rning? The board is already looking for an excuse to

She knew how ruthless the board of directors was. If th

away. She walked slowly into th

rush of water masking the muffled sounds of her mother coughing again

shed her face and applied a light layer of makeup

the living roo

ly what happen

She explained the hotel room and the res

d. He is a weak man. He doe

he opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a thick s

nd. I need you to go to the lawyer's office tomorrow morn

It felt like her mother was preparing to die. She s

he entryway table where the mail was sort

wrong address today. Drop it off

me read 'Jane Roe'. The address was a priva

envelope into her b

sleep,

walked into her home office,

ceiling. The image of the blood on her mother's hands mixed with

e walked silently down the hall. A thin line

r ear against

king on the phone. Her v

herapy is. My body can't hold out much longer, and we have

er hand covering her mouth to stop a sob. She did not dare open the door.

ed her phone and typed the address from

private oncology clinic. They only t

Roe did not exist. It was a fake name.

hite. Tomorrow, she was going to that clinic. She was