Fix Her

Biting her nails was a bad habit Cassidy had picked up from watching her sister, but right now, she was sitting in a room listening to Tara’s heart monitor beep every twenty or thirty seconds, waiting to see if each blip might be the last, the noise only offset slightly by Jamie’s even breathing on the bed next to her; Cassidy wasn’t willing to give up the vice.

It’d only been about five minute since Dax had left to go find a snack, but it seemed like an eternity. It was amazing just how many independent, disturbing thoughts could flicker through her mind’s eye in just those few minutes. The most disturbing of all involved the little girl who’d begun all of this mayhem, and Cassidy was still baffled at how she’d missed the true intent behind Mina’s plea to take care of her little girl. How had she been so easily tricked?

Asking that question was sort of pointless, though, because Cassidy already knew the answer. Mina had