“Dad, thank you for giving me the extended leave. France has inspired me a lot with my artistic side. Did you see my paintings?”“Yeah, I have a few of them put up in the hospital and around the house already. Is that what you want to do now? Paint?”“Oh no, that’s just my side hobby. I was inspired by the nursing home in France and wanted to build a non-profit nursing home as a branch of our hospital.”“That sounds like a good idea. I think someone suggested that before and we just didn’t have time to look into it. Talk to the project manager so we can get this started. Which wing do you want it in?”“Well, that’s the thing. I want it to be separate from the hospital, in a more scenic setting so we can usher the old people to rest peacefully. I don’t want them to feel like they’re in the hospital all the time.”“Are you willing to put in work for this project? This will be a lot of work, starting with finding available properties. You can’t just quit mid-way because it’s too hard.”R
“YOU KILLED ARTHUR! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE HAPPY!” It said before images began appearing on the screen. Regina was frozen and horrified because of the text, she was trying to figure out what the images were but Owen closed the lid before she did.“Don’t touch the computer. It was just a virus. I have a friend who can clean this for you.“Who would send such a horrific message? And what is that message about Arthur? Is he dead?”“Yes, no. It’s a long story. Don’t worry about it.” He said as he moved the laptop to his desk.“Don’t lie to me, Owen.” Regina stood up to face him. “We said no secrets. What was that about? And why is there a naked woman on my screen?”“Did you have an affair and not tell me, because gods help me, I am not taking this crap from you.”“No babe, I wouldn’t do that to you. You have to sit while I tell you what that was about.”“I can’t sit. My blood is boiling right now.”“Okay, let’s go to the kitchen, get a glass of water for both of us while I collect my tho
“I wanted to see.”“And there’s a reason I told you no.”“Babe…”“That guy left me for dead, Regina. Would you like to see a picture of that?”“Yes. I want to understand why a man with a face so kind could be so horrible.”“I will show you the footage from the precinct and how they found out Arthur’s mental illness.” Owen sighed, knowing that keeping the truth from Regina would just give her more reason to sneak around. “Then will you come to bed and forget about this?” She nodded as Owen retrieved a file from his computer and showed her a video of Arthur arguing with himself at the precinct. He was fighting with himself as if there were two people instead of one, and Regina felt unnerved. “The doctors said Jacob was too traumatized by Arthur’s loss that he erased the fact that he was dead. In his grief, he developed the Arthur persona, who was kind and smart, just like the actual person. It was a form of coping mechanism.”“Where is he now?”“In the psychiatric hospital inside the
“Regina, are you okay?” Arthur’s softer voice asked from the other side, and she looked up as she wiped her tears away. “I need to tell you something before he comes back. I drugged you the entire time you were with Jacob because he wanted you to cry and scream when he raped you, but he wouldn’t touch a sleeping body. He said it felt like he was fucking the dead. So I made you sleep.” “You what?” “I drugged you, so he couldn’t do anything to you. All the things he told you were lies. None of them happened.” “You did that for me?” she asked, confused about whom to believe. Was this version of Arthur telling the truth, or was it also another lie? “I couldn’t bear the thought that I stood by and watched while he harmed you.” “Why?” “I always loved you, Regina. I always will,” Arthur said before his face changed again. “That stupid shit. What did he tell you?” Armed with the knowledge that nothing happened between them, Regina stood to taunt Jacob. She wanted to get to the bottom o
“Multiple ambulances en route to the emergency bay!” The announcement blared on the overhead speakers. “ALL HANDS ON DECK! ALL HANDS ON DECK!” Multiple people injured can mean a lot of things, a big car accident on the freeway, a fire at an apartment, an explosion at a makeshift meth lab, or something as simple as getting heat stroke during summer. Grace Medical Hospital was used to these kinds of things happening from time to time, but not all days were this busy. The hospital was in a peaceful part of town and used mostly by patients who needed costly procedures like neurosurgery, organ transplants, and plastic surgery. The best surgeons in the world had taken up residency at the hospital because they liked the living areas and the community it built. But that is not why the hospital became popular. People knew them for their philanthropic efforts, such as feeding the homeless, no-cost healthcare, and never turning away patients who needed medical attention. Regina Martin is a
Ding! (Don’t forget to arrive at your interview early.) Yeah, I know. Ding! Ding! (What time is your interview?) (30 minutes early would be the ideal time, so you can relax and get rid of your nerves.) Regina was the youngest in their family and she could not help that everyone was worried about her, but sometimes she felt choked by their good intentions. Ding! (Your dad will know if you don’t show up.) Yes, Mom. I’m already here. Regina set her phone to vibrate, knowing her mom would not stop nagging until the interview ended. Buzz. And there she was. (He pulled strings for you to get on this list. You need this job.) Thank you! Buzz. (Stop rolling your eyes.) Regina turned off her phone to silence her mom. She knew the following messages would just make her mad. ‘For crying out loud. Stop controlling my life!’ Regina screamed in her head and touched both her temples with one hand. She could feel the tension building and just wanted to back out and head home. ‘I kne
Owen Bennet had several people lined up for the interview. He needed to fill three positions to help care for his mother, Hailey Bennet. In the past five years, his mom’s Alzheimer’s had gradually progressed, so he needed trained professionals to care for her as the maids they employed to do housework had difficulty knowing the right thing to do. First, Hailey forgot little things. She couldn’t recall her name while filling out a form, but she shrugged it off as old age. Then, as she stood in the middle of the mall, it took her a moment to remember why she was there. Only the sound of her assistant’s voice calling her name eventually brought her back. She denied being sick, but when they realized she did not know who she was for longer periods, they knew it was time to bring in the professionals. All the Bennet family members were present that afternoon to interview the candidates. Owen wanted to involve his mother and brothers so they could scope out the potential applicants an
‘Not all blue-eyed men are gun-crazed maniacs.’ ‘They are not all bad. Some are nice people.’ ‘He was one guy, and they locked him up.’ Regina recited the positive mantra she created to calm down. “Reggie Martin?” Jonah asked, looking suspiciously at the roster. “Yeah, it’s Regina Martin. I signed my nickname when I filled out the form. Is that going to be a problem?” She asked, noticing only men were sitting in the waiting area when she looked around. “We did not expect—” Regina raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. ‘Was he about to say, woman? Are these people sexists? Is that why there are only men here today? I think the Labor Department needs to give them a visit.’ Jonah cleared his throat. “Let us head in so we can start the interview.” “Ms. Regina Martin, here for the nurse position.” The men at the table looked at her in surprise. Miss? They tried to mask their reactions, but Regina noticed. “Mr. Myles Bennet to your left.” Myles nodded in his dark blue s