Chapter 3 - Setting the Trap
Vanessa arrived an hour later, carrying a bouquet of cheap gas-station flowers and wearing a mask of fake concern.
She placed them on the tray table, leaning in close enough for me to smell her overly sweet perfume.
"You really gave us a terrible fright, Margaret," she whispered, her tone dripping with venom and sarcasm.
"The doctors say you will need to be in a care facility after this, as you clearly can't live alone anymore."
I stared at her, keeping my expression perfectly blank and unreadable.
"I want to see Arthur," I croaked out, referring to my late husband's oldest friend, who also happened to be a brilliant estate attorney.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, scoffing at the request.
"Arthur is practically retired, Margaret, you don't need a lawyer, you need rest."
I reached over and pressed the red nurse call button with my good hand.
When the nurse rushed in, I looked at her with wide, terrified eyes.
"Please, I need you to call my attorney, Arthur Sterling, it is a matter of life and death," I pleaded.
Vanessa tried to laugh it off, claiming I was just confused from the pain medication.
But the nurse frowned, sensing the heavy tension in the room, and promised she would make the call immediately.
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Vanessa shot me a murderous glare, but she couldn't do anything with the medical staff watching her.
The first piece of my trap had just been set in motion.
