"Seeing Clearly" by Judythe Morgan
Darkness swirled in Evelyn Parker’s head. Dawson McKey’s voice drifted like a soft light through the blackness. She heard her name, the drone of whispered words, and other sounds she couldn’t identify. It was like trying to thread a needle, blindfolded.
She opened her eyes and reality came crashing through her haze. Hospital. Accident. David and Mandy dead.
A doctor lightly touched her wrist, checking his watch. “You fainted.”
Fainted? She never fainted. Not even three years ago when her husband died in her arms. “I’m fine. Where’s my grandson?”
Tiny bumps pebbled across her neck. Did she already know that answer? Is that why she fainted?
“Why don’t we go in there and talk? I can check that bump.” She searched his face for any sign of hope against the truth she feared.
Dawson, close friend and Parker Industry’s Director of Security, eased his arm behind her back.
Evie sank into the nearest chair. The doctor rubbed the back of her head. She flinched. “Everything looks fine.”
“Great. Now, about Michael, when can I see him?”
Dawson’s large, warm hand covered hers. She wanted to nestle into his heat, lean against his strong body, to hide until all of this went away. She stiffened her spine instead.
Evie planted her flip-flops on the floor with a thud. The clip-clop of the rubber soles boomed in rhythm with her pounding heart.
Dawson slowed his pace to Evie’s stride. He drew deep on years of training to keep his body language relaxed while his senses were on high alert after what the investigating officer told him. A witness reported another car clipped David’s SUV, causing it to careen off the road.
Accident? Not with the gambling debt David Parker had. More likely a deliberate act by the cartel.