Lindsay has the perfect life.
A doting husband, and
an adorable baby.
What will happen when the truth comes crashing down and she discovers everything is a lie?
Lorenzo is keeping a secret to protect himself and his son.
What lengths will he go...
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Henry POV
It's been 5 days since I have slept more than two hours at a time. Every time I close my eyes I see the body of my little girl splayed out on that table. Even in my sleep she looked so real. Her last image was seared in my brain and I feared it would be like that permanently.
I would wake up shaking, panting and covered in sweat. The nurses tried to drug me so that I would sleep, but I refused. I needed to feel this. I needed to know that that was my new reality.
I looked at the clock that hung on the wall. The main door to my room was slightly ajar, casting light from the hallway into my room right onto the clock. The clock read 6am. A staff member from the kitchen would be here soon to get my breakfast order. I learned of their routine the second day I was here when lying in bed trying to un-see my dead daughter and a young woman entered and read off the breakfast choices.
I was told that today I was being released and that I would get a visit at some point from the police. I wish I could do one without the other. To kill some time before the woman came in and not knowing when the officer was coming, I decided to go for a shower. I grabbed fresh clothes that the hospital had supplied, since I had no visitors, there was no one to bring me clothes. I went into the bathroom that was attached to my room. I quickly brushed my teeth and took a hot shower.
As I came out of the bathroom, I met the friendly woman from the last couple of days. She gave me a warm smile and proceeded to take my breakfast order. She ticked the boxes of the things I had selected, frosted flakes, toast with jam, an apple, orange juice and coffee and left the room after thanking me.
There would be roughly 30 minutes before she was back with my food. I pulled a chair over in front of the window and decided to "people watch" for a little bit. My window overlooked the hospital courtyard. There wasn't too much going on at this early hour but there was an elderly couple sitting on a bench. They had a blanket spread over their laps and they were laughing at something.
I took a deep breath and looked away. Seeing them made me think of Lindsay. The doctors and nurses had failed to take my claims seriously when I told them that the woman beside Layla wasn't my wife. Granted my emotional outburst had not helped my case. I regretted lashing out at everyone that day, especially because I had to be sedated and restrained. It was not a great feeling to wake up with my wrists and ankles cuffed to the bed. I rubbed my wrists just remembering that.
A light knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. It was the nice woman again. Usually she just dropped my food on the rolling table and left. I must have looked heartbroken today because she had decided to speak.
"Hi, I'm Tiffany, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. You looked like you wanted to be alone." she said softly as she sat in the chair opposite me.
"And you don't think I want to be alone today?" I asked her. It came out a little more harsh than I meant to.
She chose to ignore my tone and continued to speak, "Nah, you look like you could use a friend today." she wiggled in the chair, then crossed her right leg over her left and looked out the window before speaking again. "I can leave if you want...or...maybe I can have breakfast with you?"
