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Chapter 2
lashing lights. They worked on Matthew right ther
e has a severe nut allergy! It was the pie! Her pie!"
tears streaming down her face. "No," she whi
did. The question wa
o the hospital. Nicole went with the
day, sh
ile white van pulled into our driveway. Two orderlies, big men with blank fac
ote on my notepad, h
said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "She needs
e, a place with a dark reputation for underfunding, ne
shaking. "She is fine
st and jeopardized a billion-dollar project," s
an named Frank, grabbed me and held me back. I heard my mother crying, begging. They led her out,
he cried.
ut it was useless. They put
itting by Matthew' s bedside. He looked weak, an oxygen tube in his n
tepad. I wrote qui
me. She didn't mean
up for Nic
ook at my note. She looked at me, her eyes filled w
her voice low and vicious. "Do you re
p and walke
silent cripple like you would be his good luck charm. If he hadn't insisted I ma
my miserable life with her was a lie. Not just a loveless arrang
stepped forwa
t of here,"
stunned, too broken. As they dragged me toward
s, driving the air from my lungs. Another blow followed. Pain exploded in my c
or breath, the years of silence,
my throat, raw and
, the word feeling
atch, a small, crue
poured out of me, fueled by a lifetime of repres
most," I croaked, "and live
d by a flicker of shock, maybe even fear. Then it was
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