So I know that the past few weeks have been sad snippets from my WIP-I was tempted to just skip this part and plop in some hot make-up sex. 😉 However, wouldn’t want to keep you all hanging. I’ll wrap it up next week.
Fast forward a bit from last week. Rachel has just been told that her eleven-year-old daughter suffered a brain injury in a car crash. . .
Rachel’s peripheral vision began to darken, rushing in as the room began to tilt. She grabbed at the side of the bed, steadying herself.
“Mrs. Taglio, are you alright?” she heard the doctor ask. He was somehow standing next to her, she realized, and was helping her sit down in the chair she’d noticed earlier. I’m just peachy, Rachel almost answered, sarcasm coming home to help deal with the situation.
“How bad is it?” Rachel managed to ask, fighting back a wave of nausea.