Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
The doctor cocks her head at me. “You mean you’re not family?”
“I’m a…friend,” I say. “He asked to speak to me alone.”
She rolls her eyes. “Great. I’ve just violated HIPAA.” She whisks out of the room.
I follow.
As she explains the situation to Raven and her family, I listen with one ear.
No need to get freaked out until we have his test results back.
Maybe he’s just in a really deep sleep. He is healing from a massive injury, after all.
Raven falls against me. “Oh, Vinnie.”
“It will be okay, sweetheart.” I kiss the top of her head.
She pulls back a bit. “Oh, how can I be so selfish? You just lost your mother. And all I’m thinking about is me.”
“That was a month ago, baby. I’m okay. It’s okay to lean on me.”
God, I love her. I love her so damned much.
Does her father have any idea what he asked me to do?
If I did what he asked, Raven would hate me.
And that I cannot bear.
43
RAVEN
After what seems like an eternity, we finally have news from the doctor.
“Thank you for your patience,” the doctor begins. “The good news is, we’ve done extensive scans—MRIs, CTs—and there’s no sign of any major brain damage. His brain activity looks normal, which is reassuring. The bullet missed any critical areas, and there’s no significant swelling or bleeding that would typically explain why he’s in a coma.”
I pause for a moment, letting that sink in as I grasp Vinnie’s hand with desperation. My mother’s face is impassive. It’s all too much for her to bear.
“However,” the doctor continues, her voice softening, “despite those promising signs, he’s still in a coma, and at this point, we’re not entirely sure why. His body is not responding in a way we would expect, given the scans. There’s no clear medical reason for this level of unresponsiveness. It’s not unheard of, but it’s rare, and we need to explore all possibilities, including metabolic or chemical imbalances, or even psychological factors. Sometimes, after trauma, the brain can react unpredictably, almost as if it’s protecting itself, even when physically, everything seems stable.”
I swallow. My throat hurts. My head hurts. My heart hurts.
Psychological factors? I guess Dad would have to be in a bad place mentally to want to kill himself in the first place.
God, I hate this.
My mind keeps wandering back to that day years ago when I made him pancakes. The slimy-looking man in his study. Grandma telling me to remember that grownups make mistakes. That grownups have secrets, and sometimes it’s better not to know what they are.
Does that have anything to do with this?
“Right now, we’re monitoring him closely,” the doctor continues. “We’ll keep running tests, and we’ll do everything in our power to understand what’s going on and give him the best possible care. For now, what’s most important is that his condition hasn’t worsened, and that’s a positive sign.”
We all stare at the doctor in silence. She’s offered some comfort, but the big question—will our father wake up?—is still hanging in the air.
I can tell by the sympathetic look in the doctor’s eyes that she’s seen all this before.
She takes a deep breath and nods to each of us in turn. “All I can offer is patience. Recovery in cases like this can be unpredictable, but we won’t give up. We’ll take this one step at a time.”
I collapse back in Vinnie’s arms.
He runs his hands up and down my back. “It’s going to be okay, baby. We’ll get through this together.”
I look up at him. “Did you just say what I thought you said?”
He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You said we’ll get through this together. You and I. Together.”
He squeezes me. “I didn’t misspeak.”
“So you’re done with this stay away from Raven for her own safety bullshit?”
He cracks a tiny smile. “I suppose I am.”
I wrap my arms around him, squeeze him as tight as I can. “Oh, Vinnie. I love you.”
“And I love you too, baby.”
And in this moment, perhaps the darkest my family has ever faced, there’s a small glimmer of something beautiful.
Hope.
44
VINNIE
Aweek later…
Everything is complete.
Mario and Serena are settled in Dubai.
I’ve received confirmation that McAllister and Agudelo are in their graves. No news yet on Vega, but I’m confident that my plan worked with him as well.
I’ve cooperated with law enforcement, handed over tainted funds to the Feds, and cleared our coffee import business of all illegal activity.
Belinda and her governess, Natalie, are getting settled in my home, and Daniela is thrilled to have a little sister.
But Bellamy is still in a coma.
He’s not on life support. He’s breathing on his own. But he won’t wake up.
Three months later…
Daniela now has legal status in the US, and our divorce will be finalized in another few months. She’s living in one of my guestrooms, and she’ll begin culinary school soon.