Thirty seconds ago, my absolute, paralyzing fear was that my daughter might not wake up.
My fear now, twisting like a cold knife in my gut, was that she would wake up, and she would be able to tell me exactly who was sitting behind the wheel.
The cell phone in my pocket vibrated violently against my hip. I jumped. I pulled it out.
1 New Text Message: Daniel.
“Sarah, I just got your voicemails. I was in a massive client meeting all afternoon, my phone was off. I’m so sorry! I heard Emma was in an accident. I’m running through the hospital lobby right now. I’m coming up to the ICU.”
Detective Miller, noticing the absolute, stark terror that had just washed over my face, stepped closer. He saw my hand trembling uncontrollably as I gripped the phone. His hand casually, instinctually rested on the butt of the firearm holstered at his hip.
“Is he here?” Miller asked quietly.
“He’s coming,” I whispered.
Chapter 2: The Perfect Mask
The heavy steel doors of the elevator bank at the end of the corridor dinged loudly, sliding open.
