misunderstanding.” Alice looked at her and said, “Eric loves you, Whitney.”
Whitney closed her eyes when her head started to pound. More images flashed behind her eyelids. Images of Eric standing over her, laughing as he told her he wanted Mallory.
She gasped when her gaze focused on her mother again. “No, he doesn’t, Mom. He tried to kill me. He pushed me down the incline, and when he came to my side, he told me he wanted me dead because he wanted to be with Mallory.”
“Mallory?”
“Do you remember, sweetheart?” her dad asked.
“Not everything, just that he tried to kill me for my insurance policy, and that he’d been sleeping with Mallory.”
“This has to be a mistake.”
“Mom, listen to me. Eric is after nothing more than money.”
“Why would he, Whitney? He’s a successful attorney in his own right,” Alice said.
“No, Alice, he’s not.”
“What are you talking about, Dad?” Whitney asked, not sure if she wanted to know the details.
“Sit down, sweetheart. I didn’t want to tell you while we were in Flagstaff, but some things came to light in the last twenty-four hours since I found out you were in the hospital again.”
Whitney sat wearily on the couch in the living room, and her father took the seat across from her.
“Eric is heavily in debt.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’m not sure what’s been going on, but he’s been trying to borrow from several of our well-known clients at the firm. They all turned him down. John Watson called me last night and told me after I talked to you.”
“The insurance money.”
“It appears he needs a lot to get out of debt.”
“Millions apparently,” she whispered in awe as the whole scenario came to light. She stood and moved toward the stairs. “I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted with trying to remember, losing the baby, and everything.”
“Baby?” her mother asked, shocked.
“Yes, Mother. I was pregnant I guess, but not anymore. I lost it when Eric hit me.”
“Eric hit you?”
A rush of air escaped her lips in a heavy sigh. “I’ll explain later. Talk to you in the morning.”
Grabbing her suitcase, she wearily trudged up the stairs and headed for her former bedroom. Once she pushed open the door and moved toward the bed, the tears started to fall as emptiness surrounded her. She felt like she’d left her soul in Flagstaff. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she buried her face in her hands and cried until there weren’t any more tears. Curled up on the bed on her side, she wiped the tears and tucked her hands beneath her face. After several moments, she sat up and grabbed her suitcase, unzipping it to retrieve her clothes.
Several sheets of folded paper lay on top of the things inside. She frowned and opened them. Her mouth dropped open when she read the top one. Divorce Decree.
* * * *
Two weeks. It’d been two weeks since she’d left.
“Doc?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s gotten into you? You’ve been moping around here for the last two weeks.”
“Nothing,” he snapped.
“Sorry I asked,” Mara said, moving toward the other side of the nurse’s station.
“Chopper One to Flagstaff ER.”
Brett moved toward the radio. “Flagstaff, go.”
“We got a hot one, Brett,” Ryan said from the other end of the radio. “Head-on collision, Interstate Seventeen. One DOA coming in via ambulance. I’ve got a young pregnant woman, mid to late twenties. She’s twelve weeks with some vaginal bleeding. Currently unconscious, vital signs stable, fluids infusing. Be there in five.”
“Copy, Ryan, see you in a few,” Brett answered before he dropped the receiver back on the cradle. Shit! He raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. This is all I need today, someone who reminds of Whitney. Who the hell am I kidding? Everyone reminds me of her.
“Get trauma one ready,” he ordered the nurse standing nearby.
The emergency room staff scrambled to get everything ready moments before Brett heard
Whitney closed her eyes when her head started to pound. More images flashed behind her eyelids. Images of Eric standing over her, laughing as he told her he wanted Mallory.
She gasped when her gaze focused on her mother again. “No, he doesn’t, Mom. He tried to kill me. He pushed me down the incline, and when he came to my side, he told me he wanted me dead because he wanted to be with Mallory.”
“Mallory?”
“Do you remember, sweetheart?” her dad asked.
“Not everything, just that he tried to kill me for my insurance policy, and that he’d been sleeping with Mallory.”
“This has to be a mistake.”
“Mom, listen to me. Eric is after nothing more than money.”
“Why would he, Whitney? He’s a successful attorney in his own right,” Alice said.
“No, Alice, he’s not.”
“What are you talking about, Dad?” Whitney asked, not sure if she wanted to know the details.
“Sit down, sweetheart. I didn’t want to tell you while we were in Flagstaff, but some things came to light in the last twenty-four hours since I found out you were in the hospital again.”
Whitney sat wearily on the couch in the living room, and her father took the seat across from her.
“Eric is heavily in debt.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’m not sure what’s been going on, but he’s been trying to borrow from several of our well-known clients at the firm. They all turned him down. John Watson called me last night and told me after I talked to you.”
“The insurance money.”
“It appears he needs a lot to get out of debt.”
“Millions apparently,” she whispered in awe as the whole scenario came to light. She stood and moved toward the stairs. “I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted with trying to remember, losing the baby, and everything.”
“Baby?” her mother asked, shocked.
“Yes, Mother. I was pregnant I guess, but not anymore. I lost it when Eric hit me.”
“Eric hit you?”
A rush of air escaped her lips in a heavy sigh. “I’ll explain later. Talk to you in the morning.”
Grabbing her suitcase, she wearily trudged up the stairs and headed for her former bedroom. Once she pushed open the door and moved toward the bed, the tears started to fall as emptiness surrounded her. She felt like she’d left her soul in Flagstaff. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she buried her face in her hands and cried until there weren’t any more tears. Curled up on the bed on her side, she wiped the tears and tucked her hands beneath her face. After several moments, she sat up and grabbed her suitcase, unzipping it to retrieve her clothes.
Several sheets of folded paper lay on top of the things inside. She frowned and opened them. Her mouth dropped open when she read the top one. Divorce Decree.
* * * *
Two weeks. It’d been two weeks since she’d left.
“Doc?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s gotten into you? You’ve been moping around here for the last two weeks.”
“Nothing,” he snapped.
“Sorry I asked,” Mara said, moving toward the other side of the nurse’s station.
“Chopper One to Flagstaff ER.”
Brett moved toward the radio. “Flagstaff, go.”
“We got a hot one, Brett,” Ryan said from the other end of the radio. “Head-on collision, Interstate Seventeen. One DOA coming in via ambulance. I’ve got a young pregnant woman, mid to late twenties. She’s twelve weeks with some vaginal bleeding. Currently unconscious, vital signs stable, fluids infusing. Be there in five.”
“Copy, Ryan, see you in a few,” Brett answered before he dropped the receiver back on the cradle. Shit! He raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. This is all I need today, someone who reminds of Whitney. Who the hell am I kidding? Everyone reminds me of her.
“Get trauma one ready,” he ordered the nurse standing nearby.
The emergency room staff scrambled to get everything ready moments before Brett heard
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