The first floor looked normal, but an eerie stillness made goosebumps rise on my arms. The only sound was the staccato beeping of smoke alarms coming from all directions.A wide sweeping staircase rose in front of me. It felt ominous, but the kids were up there, and they were in danger. I hurried up to the second floor, taking two steps at a time.At the top of the stairs, the smoke was thick enough to see it floating lazily in the air. I coughed several times and pulled the neckline of my shirt up over my mouth and nose. It helped me breathe a little better.I forced myself to stay calm and reasoned that the kids must be in a room to my left and toward the front of the house.Hurrying down the hallway, I stopped at each door that faced the street and threw the doors open.“Hello, Piper,” I called. “I’m here to help you and Lane get out of the house. Where are you, honey?”“In here,” the girl's voice said from further down the hall. “Hurry, please. I’m scared, and it’s hard to breathe
My legs shook as I forced myself to stand my ground. Had Gisele turned on me too?But she was smiling when she walked to my side. “How brave you are, Miss Wilson. Those children were lucky you were nearby.”“Good job, Daisy,” another woman said. Similar words were echoed throughout the crowd.They were being nice to me!It had been a long time since I’d felt acceptance from other Alphas. I must admit it felt much better than being slandered and shunned.“The blue jeans you like are on sale today,” Gisele said. She clapped her hands together and smiled. “It’s a pleasure to see you today, Miss Wilson. If you need help finding anything, please let me know.”I was stunned yet grateful to have Alphas begin to thaw toward me.“And you were worried they’d be mean to you,” Amy whispered.I grinned at her. “All I had to do was run into a burning building. I wonder if this means I can return to school.”“Hi, Daisy,” Victoria Beecham said as we looked through the jeans. Amy and I went to school
The attorney consultation room at Denhurst Women's Correctional Facility is a dismal concrete block room painted gray.The battered wooden tables and chairs are as uncomfortable as they look, and the sound of the metal door locking behind me sent a chill up my spine.It made me wonder how much worse the prisoner’s cells were.The defendant in the child murder case sat across the table from me and her public defender, Allen Cross.Allen is a good lawyer. He cares about justice, but he’s burned out by the misery he sees every day and the unrepentant criminals he is expected to defend.Marlee Krebs is one of his clients. She is accused of poisoning her own baby.Despite being the only one who could have put antifreeze in her seven-month-old baby’s bottle, Marlee insisted she didn’t do it.“You have to help me,” Marlee pleaded. “I would never hurt my baby. I loved Lexi with my whole heart. All I ever wanted was to marry and have kids.”“If you didn’t do it, how did antifreeze get in your
“Dr. Mancini, do you mind repeating what you told me while I record it?”Something insidious was happening, and Marlee’s life depended on me to expose it.“Not at all,” he replied.Dr. Mancini repeated what he told me about Lexi dying from MMA. He confirmed he sent the report to the DA and spoke to the coroner, who agreed with him that the baby girl died from natural causes.He then told the camera how his report and test results disappeared from Lexi’s medical records.“Can we try to find the hard copy in the storage room?” I asked. “If you tell me where it is, I’ll look for it.”Dr. Mancini shook his head.“Due to medical confidentiality laws, no unauthorized persons can enter the medical records storage room. I’ll request copies and let you know when I get them.”“Unless they are gone from the paper file, too,” I said.“I hope not.” He shrugged. “But it’s possible. I’ve never had files go missing before.”I needed that report. If the DA has a copy, why was he still charging Marlee w
The DA’s knees were an inch from my side. If either of us moved, I would be discovered.“I’m with you,” Diana reminded me. “You aren’t alone. Don’t be frightened, but be ready to defend yourself. Shift if you need me.”“Hurry up,” the other man growled. “You didn’t lose the file, did you?”The desk drawer slid open. “Of course not,” the DA snapped. “It’s right here.”A pair of expensive loafers walked toward the desk. They stopped beside the DA, and I heard the other man grab the folder.If only I could see who he was. But moving out from under the desk was out of the question.“I’ll take care of it,” the man said. “And I’ll make sure that doctor keeps his mouth shut.”Oh no! Dr. Mancini is in danger. I had to warn him. First, I had to get out of this office with my life and show the Public Defender the file.The other man’s cologne was musky and overpowering. My throat began to tickle from breathing the fumes.“Don’t cough, Daisy,” Diana said. “Hold it in. Think about running over th
I was sobbing as I clung to the steering wheel when someone tapped on the truck window. I wiped my eyes and sat up straight before opening the door.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Victor took me in his arms. “Were you attacked again?”I shook my head and searched the center console for a tissue.“If I tell you why I’m crying, you’ll think I’m a jerk,” I said and loudly blew my nose.“I’d never think you’re a jerk,” Victor caressed a lock of my hair between his thumb and forefinger. “Talk to me, my love.”“Amy and Justin are getting married next Saturday,” I revealed. “And I’m insanely jealous that it’s not me marrying you.”I began to cry again.“Let’s go for a walk.” Victor took my hands and pulled me from the truck.As we walked around the side of the mansion, he put an arm around my shoulders.“Our wedding day will come,” Victor assured me. “We will know it’s the right time.”“I wish that day were here,” I grumbled.“There are things we must do first,” Victor said. “You should get you
Victor found me leaning over the railing while I cried.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked.I shook my head. “Nothing …it’s stupid.”“It’s not stupid if it upsets you like this,” he insisted. “Talk to me, my love.”“Amy wants me to be her maid of honor, and she sent me a photo of the wedding dress she wants,” I said. “It’s the same dress I chose for our wedding that we had to cancel.”Victor nodded and held me close. “That’s not stupid. Why don’t you tell Amy that’s the dress you chose? I’ll bet she’ll pick another dress because she loves you.”“I don’t want to spoil her wedding,” I insisted.“Sweetheart, you can’t be her maid of honor if everything about her wedding makes you cry.”“I know,” I agreed. “Being jealous of Amy makes me feel terrible. But I can’t seem to stop.”“Talk to her about it,” Victor advised. “Amy will understand.”I hiccuped. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow morning. We meet for coffee after our first class of the day.”“Now, come to bed,” Victor said.“Or we could g
Allen and I filed into the courtroom and sat down while we waited for the DA and the judge.The DA reached his seat at the opposing counsel’s table a moment before the bailiff announced the judge’s arrival.DA Houser sat across the aisle, glaring at me with enough malice that made me glad I was now sitting next to Allen instead of behind him alone.We stood for the judge and then sat again and waited for him to speak.He didn't make us wait for long. “I have researched the character and reputation of the Public Defender’s witness and had Dr. Mancini’s report and the test results verified. They are authentic.”“Therefore, I am dismissing this case with prejudice,” the judge continued. “And I have ordered an investigation into the DA’s office to make sure this type of incident never happens again.”“I object!” DA Houser roared. “My reputation and record are spotless.”“Not quite, Mr. Houser,” the judge said. “This is not the first time a serious miscarriage of justice occurred through y