Part Four: The Contract
Ben led me away from the waiting room to a quiet alcove near the stairwell.
The fluorescent lights above us hummed softly.
“Before they took Rosie into surgery, she made me promise something,” he said.
My stomach tightened.
“What did she ask?”
“She said that if she didn’t wake up, I had to tell you everything.”
A cold sensation traveled through my chest.
“Tell me what?”
Ben reached inside his jacket.
