Chapter 6 - The Awakening
My phone buzzed in my pocket with a call from the hospital.
Lily was finally waking up.
I left the police station and drove recklessly through the city streets.
I sprinted up to the intensive care unit, tears of relief blurring my vision.
Lily was pale, connected to a dozen different machines, but her eyes were open.
I rushed to the bed and reached out to hold her hand.
She violently yanked her hand away and pressed herself against the pillows.
The heart monitor began to beep rapidly as panic took over her face.
I asked her what was wrong, begging her to look at me.
She trembled, looking at the door to make sure no one else was there.
“Dad didn't make the tea,” she whispered, her voice raspy from the breathing tube.
I froze.
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“Aunt Claire brought it to my room before she left,” Lily cried.
My sister was the one who poisoned her.
