Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

s chest

She coughed violently, her throat burning as if someone had dragged sandpaper down her windpipe. The violent hacking shattered the

tried to lift her right hand to wipe her eyes, but her arm felt l

her ears. A middle-aged woman wearing a faded floral dress fr

Hot tears fell onto Bridget's cold skin, the temperature

-booted up instantly. Her first instinct was to pull her hand back from the stran

memories

ve migraine spiked behind her eyes. She saw a lake, a boy with a cruel laug

egorized the data flooding her mind: The year was 1978. She was in a poor, marginalized town

panic of the drowning girl was erased. In its place was the absolute, fre

the walls and the rusted metal IV pole next to the bed. She

Fear and anger warred on her face. Corda opened her mouth and started yelling, her voic

roat. It was a residual emotion from the original

She forced that weak, useless emoti

ncial reality of this family better than any bank statement. Her analytical mind instantly crunched the variables: cash flow was effe

icked eyes. Her voice was incredibly ras

The rest of her scolding died in her throat. Thi

ng her words so her weak lungs could keep up. "I already

s face for the usual dramatic tears, the pathetic b

da's panic. Corda slapped a hand over her mout

her left arm. Her movements were stiff, but she reac

older doctor wearing a white coat and thick

cting tears or sedation. A flicker of surprise crossed

led the stethoscope from his neck and told Bridg

lf up, her movements efficient. There was no s

bare back. Bridget frowned slightly, internally assessin

omething on the chart and announced that she was ph

yed toward the floor. Bridget's hand shot out, her finger

harge fees and the specific at-home care requirements.

adult tone. He cleared his throat and gave her the che

s of the cash hidden in the coffee can at home. It was enough

sing stare, she swallowed her protests. Corda turned and hu

he rubbed her thumb against her index