owed were a blur o
uzzed constantly with texts and missed calls from people I hadn
you okay? Wh
d at the gala. Is i
is Dr. Car
off. I would sit by the window in my room, staring out at the rain-drenched street, my mind a complete bla
rom the hallway, her face a mask of worry and confusion. They didn't know how to talk to me. Three years ago, they had believed the lies, believed I was unstable an
father one night from the other side of my door. "She d
was heavy with regret. "What if we were
e doctors abroad would help her. He said she needed
ed, his voice low. "He paid for everything, Helen. The treatmen
? The public humiliation? The heartbreak? No, this grief felt olde
bute to Dr. Ben Carter. I was sitting numbly in the living room when
let's watch s
aid, my voice r
missions, his compassion. He saved lives. He had rescued people from war zones, from natural disasters. The screen showed a brief clip of him
s Corporation, had made a massive donation to St. Jude's Ho
ooking solemn and philanthropic. The capti
aped my lips. It was a dry, u
d convinced myself that I didn't care about Ethan, about Emily, about a
ng him purchase a legacy for a man whose death was destro
recede, replaced by
drank it slowly, deliberately. The fog in my mind was beginning to clear.
the name Ben Carter