Chapter 7

"Drive," I told the driver. "Greenwich Hospital. Now." He took one look in the mirror and floored it. I called Priya with shaking fingers. She was already on shift in Manhattan, already running for her car before I finished the sentence. "Keep your feet up. Breathe slow. I'm coming, Nora. I'm coming." The emergency room was bright and loud with New Year's drunks. A nurse saw the blood and took me straight back. I lay on the exam table and stared at the ceiling tiles and made bargains with...