Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 124341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“What they feared,” Salma said, picking up the conversation where it’d left off and bringing Mark back into the present, “was that I was going to expose them. And I tried. Believe me. They sent a whole fleet of lawyers to my door to threaten me. Then they accused me of stealing, said I was a liar who was trying to stir up trouble to hide my own crimes. I tried to go public, but no one wanted to stand with me against a hospital administration and a pharmaceutical company. I fought. I really did. But in the end, they won. I had no career, no money, and my reputation was ruined. It took such a toll on my marriage that that ended too.” Her mouth set as she looked away. “I started using my maiden name and opened an in-home day care. Thank goodness my friends and neighbors stuck by me for the most part. And I’ve been taking care of their little ones ever since.” She smiled though it appeared sad, her arms tightening around the child in her arms. “I get to love these children, but I didn’t help the others.”
Mark sat back, looking at the little girl in Salma’s lap, eyes half-closed, expression sleepy as she snuggled into the woman. “What did you see? What did you try to expose?”
She took a deep breath, her hand still smoothing the child’s bangs off her forehead. “I got a look at Autumn’s chart. Not the one we were allowed to see but the one Dr. Heathrow kept. He left it in Autumn’s room after one of his visits, and he was back lickety-split for it, but not before I’d opened it and read what it said. I already suspected…like I said, I’d cared for her for a long time.”
“Suspected?”
“That she wasn’t born with ADHM in her system at all. I just didn’t know that they knew it. I hadn’t considered that level of evil. Until I looked at his file.”
“I…see.” Mark frowned. “So you believe they lied about her medical status? To what end?”
She met his eyes, her hand stilling on the toddler’s head. The little girl had surrendered to sleep. “So that they could experiment on her.”
Mark’s shoulders bunched.
Salma huffed out a small breath, her shoulders going back. “I know it’s difficult to believe these types of things happen—”
“You’d be surprised how open I am to the possibility,” Mark murmured as he willed his muscles to relax. “Can you tell me more about how you concluded that the hospital was experimenting on her?”
“And others. Not just her, but I didn’t get a look at anyone else’s file.” She chewed at the inside of her mouth for a moment. “Some of them, most of them, were legitimately sick. They had tumors so large you could see them right under their skin. But there were others, the lucky ones, they said, who hadn’t yet shown signs of the disease. Only…Autumn, she was healthy. It was the damn medication that was making her sick.”
“At the time, did you think that was what was making her well? Or at least keeping her that way as long as possible?”
“Yes, because that’s what they said.” She speared him with her intense gaze again. “But she went off the medication, didn’t she? And if she’s alive, I’m assuming she’s well. Miraculously cured.” The sarcasm in her voice was clear. Before he could ask another question, she went on. “I never told anyone this because I didn’t want Autumn to be targeted, but I suppose that’s no longer a concern. I was the one who suggested she go off the medication.”
“You mean…while she was in the hospital? While she was being treated?”
“Yes. I knew it was that damn cocktail Dr. Heathrow brewed in his lab. I knew it was. No ADHM diagnosis was keeping that baby girl sick. It was his medication and only his medication. I’m a nurse. Or…I was. But I’m also a mother. And a mother knows when her children are naturally sick…and when they’re being poisoned.”
Mark’s brain was on hyper speed. This was…a lot. And nothing he’d expected. But…damn if it didn’t start to make this whole case tie in even more. “Dr. Heathrow,” he repeated. “He was the administrator of the hospital?”
“He was the head scientist and lead of the ADHM treatment protocol. He helped manufacture the drug cocktail all ADHM babies were put on at birth. Nasty stuff. Caused awful, debilitating side effects.”
Mark remembered something about it. They’d hoped to use it for patients with other kinds of cancer as well, but it hadn’t ended up being approved. Although from what he recalled, the drug had been lauded as a great success as far as ADHM kids, a real boon to the poor suffering children who, because of it, had received more years than they would have otherwise gotten. He imagined it’d been a boon to the pharmaceutical company as well. For a time anyway. “So Autumn took your advice and…went off it on her own? Wouldn’t that have been discovered?”