Chapter 5 - Ryan Demands Answers in the Atlanta Emergency Room
The emergency room at Emory University Hospital was a blur of bright fluorescent lights and hurried medical staff.
Ryan paced frantically outside Trauma Room Three, running his hands through his hair in absolute despair.
Jessica sat on a plastic waiting room chair, staring blankly at the polished linoleum floor.
“They’re pumping her stomach right now to analyze the black liquid,” Jessica whispered quietly.
Ryan stopped pacing and glared down at his sister with a mixture of betrayal and confusion.
“Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you keep this secret for all these years?” he demanded.
“Because I was a child, Ryan, and Mom threatened to send me away just like she did to Clara,” Jessica sobbed.
“I found Clara’s diary locked in the attic last year, and the truth has been eating me alive.”
A senior ER physician stepped out of Trauma Room Three, pulling off his blue latex gloves.
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“Mr. Whitfield? Your wife is stabilized, but we need to talk about the toxicity levels in her bloodstream.”
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