MARYLYN’S POV

No word was said in the short drive to Mary Leaky Hospital. Vincent remained deadly silent. I bet that slut’s name tormented him all the way. He thought of her on the drive through while my book boiled in my skin.

My designer shoes clicked mightily and sharply against the polished tiles, drawing attention from the cheap staff and patients alike. I was used to getting such attention wherever I went. Affluence and beauty were things I bled for, and I carried myself no less.

At the reception desk, a young nurse looked up, momentarily startled by our imposing presence. “Good evening…”

“We need to see Dr. Claire...