And the pregnancy… her body may not be strong enough to carry it in this condition.
You need to prepare yourself to say goodbye.”
Say goodbye.
I walked into the ICU.
Machines breathed and beeped around her like cold, mechanical angels.Chloe lay completely still beneath tubes, monitors, and layers of bandages.
I sat beside her and wrapped my hand around hers.
For an hour, I watched every tiny movement on the monitor.
Then I thought about the Harrington estate.
Garrett was probably sleeping comfortably beneath expensive sheets.Evelyn was likely sitting somewhere warm, drinking tea from the same silver set Chloe had supposedly failed to polish properly.
They were safe, comfortable, and completely convinced that their money could bury anything they had done.
They were resting.
While Chloe and my unborn grandchild were dying.
SNAP.
The plastic arm of the hospital chair cracked beneath my grip.
I stood.
I didn’t go to the police station.I didn’t beg for justice from people the Harringtons could easily buy.
