room without knocking. The scen

ho'd had emergency brain surgery less than twelve hours ago. A local news blogger was sitting by her bed, phone held up, live-streaming her

e thick with emotion. "I just... I can't believe the kin

ntly transformed, a mask of tragic, wounded love.

r voice breaking beautifull

said, my voice

veryone to hear. "I can't be with a man who could watch me die. I'm setting you

ance. She was the noble vi

aid. "The enga

proval. I had accepted

reaching into my jacket pocket.

audio recorder. I held it up so the

asked, a flicker of genui

om. "Of a phone call you made to your friend, Tiffany, two days ago. I th

d the pl

But this wasn't the voice of the wounded victim. Thi

er who's going to make it look like a real hit-and-run. Bribed an administrator at the hospital, too, so they'll play along with the whole 'pay upfront or she dies' thing. If Andrew bankrupts himse

floor. The donors stared, their faces shifting from self-right

tterly, devast

as as white as th