Chapter 10
HEATH
Nightfall hits me like a f*****g train. Steadfast. And unmerciful.
My morning wasn’t much better after bumping into Violet in the office. And though we only spoke for less than ten seconds, I was affected all afternoon, my thoughts stuck on her for the better part of my evening, my consciousness torn into two—scattered along the train track that was my day.
The only notion that keeps me from falling too far?
Marilyn.
A call from the hospital reveals that my sister’s ready for visitors, and with a relief I didn’t know I could feel, I rushed to New York Presbyterian in my customary town car, my gait tearing a hole through the hallways as I made a beeline for her room, ignoring all else.
She was awake. More alert than ever.
Her black and blue-ish bruises were turning
