Chapter 32
Vanderbilt University Medical Center
Alicia felt her fingers move.
Her breath caught. She tried to open her eyes . . . to see. But her lids still would not open. Damn it! She had to wake up! She had to get out of here!
Deep breath. She focused on wiggling the fingers of her right hand. They worked! She felt the movement.
She tried the other hand. Those fingers moved too! Her heart beat faster. The monitor keeping track of her heart rate beeped more quickly.
Okay, if she could move her fingers, why couldn’t she open her eyes?
Focus, Ali.
Her heart ached worse than her head. Seth had called her Ali, and now he was dead. And it was somehow her fault. She had to work harder to wake up . . . for the baby.
A deputy, a woman, came in several times a day and spoke to her. She frequently assured Alicia that they were doing everything possible to figure out what had happened at the cabin. Alicia wanted to tell her. She tried so hard to open her eyes or to speak, but she couldn’t.
You can do it!
Focus. She had to focus. To concentrate on opening her eyelids.
She had to wake up and tell them.
A new kind of pain welled so quickly inside her that she couldn’t breathe.
Thomas was dead . . . They all were.