Chapter 2 - The SUV“What exactly are you accusing my daughter of?”
“She’s been like this since we were kids,” Tessa said.
I opened my eyes slowly.
White ceiling.
Fluorescent lights.
A dull electronic beep beside my bed.
Then pain.
It spread across my ribs when I breathed, burned through my left shoulder, and pulsed behind my swollen right eye.
My arm rested in a navy sling against my chest. A heavy brace covered my right leg from thigh to ankle.
Memory returned in broken pieces.
Rain.
Headlights.
A black SUV too close behind me.
My steering wheel jerking.
Metal folding around my body.
Someone shouting through shattered glass.
Then nothing.
My mother, Diane, sat in the chair near the window with her purse balanced perfectly on her knees.
She looked annoyed.
Not frightened.
Not relieved that I was alive.
Annoyed.
Tessa stood beside my heart monitor, scrolling through her phone.
I swallowed.
“Where am I?”
Mom barely looked up.
“Hospital.”
“I know that.”
My voice sounded weak.
“What happened?”
Tessa laughed.
“You crashed your car, Claire.”
The way she said it made the accident sound like I had spilled coffee.
I tried moving.
Pain ripped through my ribs.
I gasped.
“Careful,” Mom said, but there was no concern in her voice. “The doctors already said nothing is life-threatening.”
That wasn’t what the doctor had said.
Even through the medication haze, I remembered someone mentioning a concussion, three fractured ribs, severe bruising, a torn ligament in my shoulder, and concerns about irregular heart rhythm after blunt-force trauma.
I looked at Tessa.
“Why are you here?”
Her mouth tightened.
“You called me.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Mom sighed.
“Claire, please. You were confused.”
“I didn’t call anyone.”
Another memory surfaced.
My phone vibrating on the passenger seat minutes before the crash.
TESSA.
Three missed calls.
Then a text.
We need to talk before you do something stupid.
My stomach tightened.
That message hadn’t been about the accident.
It had been about the documents I found earlier that afternoon.
Documents Tessa never knew I had copied.
“You went through my office,” she said suddenly.
I stared at her.
Mom leaned forward.
“This is exactly what we don’t need right now.”
“I found something,” I whispered.
Tessa’s face changed.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
Fear.
“You’re medicated,” she said.
“I found Dad’s—”
“Stop.”
Her voice became sharp.
The monitor beside me started beeping faster.
Tessa looked at it.
Then at me.
“Oh, for God’s sake.”
“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Making everything dramatic.”
My pulse climbed.
“Tessa, don’t touch anything.”
She reached toward the monitor.
Mom actually smiled.
“Maybe if she sees the machine doesn’t control whether she’s dying, she’ll calm down.”
I stared at them.
“You cannot be serious.”
Tessa grabbed the cable attached to the telemetry unit.
“Watch.”
“Tessa.”
She yanked.
The monitor went wild.
A harsh alarm filled the room.
My chest tightened—not from the disconnected lead, but from the sudden terror of realizing how far she was willing to go.
“Plug it back in.”
Tessa held the cable up like a trophy.
“See? Still alive.”
Mom laughed softly.
“Told you.”
“Plug it back in!”
I tried reaching for it with my good arm.
Pain exploded through my side.
I cried out.
Tessa stepped backward.
“Oh, please.”
The door opened.
A nurse in blue scrubs stopped dead.
Her name badge read MAYA REYNOLDS, RN.
For half a second, nobody spoke.
Maya looked at the cable in Tessa’s fist.
Then at the monitor.
Then at me.
Finally, she looked toward the floor beside Tessa.
Her expression changed.
Not irritation.
Not confusion.
Fear.
“Tessa,” Mom said quickly, “just give it to the nurse.”
But Maya wasn’t looking at the monitor anymore.
She was staring at something partially hidden beneath my sister’s handbag.
A black object.
Small.
Metallic.
Maya stepped into the room.
“Ma’am,” she said carefully, “move away from the patient.”
Tessa blinked.
“What?”
“Put the cable down and step away from the bed.”
“This is my sister.”
“I said step away.”
Mom stood.
“There’s no need to be rude. This is a family disagreement.”
Maya pressed the call button attached to her badge.
“Tessa,” I whispered.
My sister’s face had gone pale.
Maya moved closer to the black object.
It wasn’t a gun.
It was a key fob.
Black.
Scratched.
With a silver emblem shaped like a wing.
I recognized it instantly.
My breath disappeared.
It belonged to the SUV that had been following me before my crash.
Maya looked at the mud on Tessa’s shoes.
Then at the fresh scrape across her knuckles.
Then back at the key fob.
She picked up the room phone.
“I need security,” she said.
Mom rushed forward.
“You’re misunderstanding this.”
Maya never took her eyes off my sister.
“And call the police.”
Tessa dropped the monitor cable.
For the first time since I had opened my eyes, my sister wasn’t smiling.
She looked terrified.
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And suddenly I understood something that frightened me far more than the accident.
My crash might not have been an accident at all.
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