The Truth She Died To Tell

at. She couldn' t have me winni

e plate I was allowed to use. Debra was at the stove, mak

small cr

Molly stumble forward, her small han

high-pitched,

face a mask of horror.

her eyes locked on me. They were fi

" she shrieked, h

g," I said, my heart

Molly crying, her arm red and blistering. He saw Debra

d, clutching Molly tighter. "I

red. "Ethan, I

of faith he had in me shattered like glass

hissed. "Get ou

tten my diagnosis. The waiting room was small and crowded.

s he examined Molly' s bur

e thick with fake tears. "Molly w

ad been quiet, pointed

red, her eyes wide and scare

were a final, devastating blow.

or to the examina

rough-looking men with g

e men who held me ca

od ran

s voice a low rumble. "We came as soon as we could. Ju

nding to be con

distracted by Molly.

ller one leaned in close, his br

nly I could hear. "Or we' ll drag you right back to

arted to close in. I couldn' t breathe. The faces of my cap

to g

g over a chair. I ran for the

the hallway, landing in a heap at the bottom. A sharp, cracking sound echoed i