And I wondered, as he led me into a van, how on earth he knew my name.
ChapterForty-Five
Luke
“Luke.” The sound of my brother’s voice woke me from the scariest dream I’d ever had. The fire. Alyssa.
What happened?
I opened my eyes to find Seth standing in front of me, worry etched on his face. I looked around and realized I was in a hospital room.
“Welcome back, bro.” He sighed in relief, touching my shoulder.
“Seth? What are you doing here? Where are we?”
“In a hospital, bro. There was an accident—”
“Where is she?” I sat upright, and he stretched out a hand to halt me.
“Whoa there, you’re still recovering. You’re not out of the woods yet.”
“Where is Alyssa?”
“Luke, I have no idea who you are talking about. Who is Alyssa?”
“The woman I told you about. The one who killed her husband. My patient. I was helping her. I helped her escape from the hospital.”
“Luke, what are you talking about?”
Audrey walked into the room carrying two cups of coffee and set them down on a table.
“Thank God. Luke, I thought I’d lost you.”
“What the fuck? What are you doing here?”
They looked at each other, concern etched on their faces.
“I’m going to get Dr. Richard.” My brother nodded at Audrey and left the room. He stopped at the door and looked at me worriedly. “You’re gonna be okay, bro.”
This was some kind of fucking joke. It had to be.
“What are you doing here, Audrey?” I asked, frowning at her.
“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be here? You’re scaring me, baby.”
“Quit the bullshit. We’re getting a divorce. Live with it!”
Her eyes widened. “We’re getting a divorce?” The shocked expression on her face was incredible. “Well, it’s the first time I’m hearing of it. You can cut it out now, Luke, ‘cause it isn’t funny anymore.” She frowned and took a seat in the visitor’s chair.
“Ha, ha, hilarious.” I shook my head. “I have no idea what is going on, but whatever it is, it’s bullshit.”
A tall man walked into the room in front of my brother. I assumed this was Dr. Richard.
“Sir,” he greeted. “I’m Dr. Richard. Your attending physician. How are you feeling?”
“Great, actually. I just have no idea what the fuck is going on, but otherwise, I am pretty peachy.”
“I see. Do you know what your name is?” I knew the drill. Ask the questions and hope for a response that didn’t sound like the patient had lost their mind.
