Chapter 2 - The Hospital Alibi
I woke up to the steady, rhythmic beeping of a hospital heart monitor and the overwhelming scent of clinical antiseptic.
Everything hurt, from the deep lacerations on my arms to the fractured ribs binding my chest.
A uniformed police officer was standing near the foot of my bed, holding a small notepad.
Right next to him stood my son Marcus, performing the role of the devastated, heartbroken child with sickening perfection.
"She just stumbled, Officer, and before I could catch her, she went right through the glass," Marcus lied, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
The officer nodded sympathetically, writing down every word of the fabricated story.
I slowly opened my eyes and let out a weak, pathetic groan to draw their attention.
Marcus instantly rushed to my side, grabbing my hand with a forceful grip that warned me to keep my mouth shut.
"Mom, oh thank God you are awake," he whispered, his eyes flashing with a hidden, violent threat.
I looked at the officer, then back at my son, making a rapid tactical decision.
"What happened?" I asked, forcing my voice to tremble and sound perfectly confused.
"I can't remember anything, everything is just a terrible, blurry fog."
Marcus exhaled a massive sigh of relief, clearly thinking my age had caused temporary amnesia.
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The officer smiled gently and told me to rest, assuring me that my loving son was taking great care of me.
I closed my eyes again, mentally preparing for the brutal war I was about to wage from this hospital bed.
