Chapter 9 - The Hospital Room Reconnection
Thirty minutes later, I walked through the quiet, sterile hallway of the city hospital’s trauma wing.
My sister Sarah was sitting on a plastic chair outside Room 304, holding a paper cup of cold coffee.
When she saw me walking toward her, she stood up, her eyes soft with worry and relief.
“How is she?” I asked, my voice cracking with emotion I couldn't hold back any longer.
“The doctors set her wrist, Thomas,” Sarah said softly, putting her hand on my arm. “She has a mild concussion, but she’s awake.”
“Toby is inside with her. He told her you took the black drive.”
I nodded slowly, pushing open the heavy door to Room 304 as quietly as I could.
Genevieve was lying in the hospital bed, her left wrist wrapped in a thick white cast, a blue bruise marking her temple.
Toby was sitting beside her on the mattress, carefully showing her a picture book he had found in the waiting room.
When Genevieve looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked away in apprehension.
She expected the same distant, critical father who had spent two years taking his mistress’s side over hers.
I walked over to the side of her bed, dropping to my knees on the cold floor just as I had done with Toby earlier.
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I reached out and gently took her uninjured right hand, burying my face against her knuckles as I began to weep silently.
“I’m so sorry, Genevieve,” I sobbed, my shoulders shaking. “I’m so deeply, terribly sorry.”
