Chapter 3: The Whispers in the Waiting Room
The sterile lights of the hospital waiting room buzzed overhead, a maddening sound that mirrored the chaos in Grant’s mind. Lydia sat two chairs away, her wedding dress now swapped for a pair of sweatpants she’d kept in her car. She kept trying to hold his hand, weaving lies about how Eleanor had experienced a sudden dementia-induced psychotic break.
Grant remained silent. He kept replaying the scene. He had seen the viciousness in Lydia’s eyes before she knew he was there. He remembered his mother’s frantic, breathless accusation. She wanted my money. Grant knew his mother possessed a safety deposit box, one that held the remaining inheritance from his late father, meant for Grant on his wedding day.
