My knees buckled. I sank against the desk, the words blurring in my vision. Jason had given Chloe permission to use my mother as a test subject for her new drug.
A drug that caused side effects. A drug that triggered her heart attack and caused her to fall from the top floor. A drug that pushed her into a coma.
I pressed the paper to my chest, tears streaming down my face. “You monsters,” I whispered. “You just keep digging your own grave. My son, my brother, and my mother.”
I shoved the file into my bag and closed the safe.
I left the house. My phone pinged as I drove. I checked it at a red light.
Flight booking confirmed for tomorrow evening. Two passengers.
It was set. Me and Jane, tomorrow, I’ll take her away from here to where she will get better.
I reached the hospital and parked. My heart felt lighter knowing escape was close.
But when I walked into Jane’s room, my heart froze.
A shadow hovered over her bed. The figure leaned close, a syringe glinting in the dim light.
“Who’s there?” I demanded, my voice sharp.
The person turned slowly. It was Chloe.
Amber’s Pov
I froze when I saw Chloe by Jane’s bed, a syringe in her hand.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.