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“I’ll fight you,” I say through gritted teeth. “You want that all over the newspapers? ‘Presidential candidate’s daughter unfairly institutionalized by overbearing parents – news at eleven!’”
Marshall cuts me a cold look. “Won’t work. Our spin machine can paint you to look like a hysterical loon in under six hours, Lindsay.”
“HEY!” Drew snaps, moving so Marshall has no line of sight on me. “That’s enough!”
“Indeed,” Daddy says in a slow, tired voice.
“Lindsay isn’t going anywhere she doesn’t want to go,” Drew adds.
“The doctor will be the judge of that,” Mom says primly.
“You can’t do this,” I whisper. The fight is draining out of me. I’m tired. So tired. “Why are you doing this to me?” I ask Mom, the words eerily familiar. I’m triggered, remembering John and Stellan, tasting the hot garlic in their mouths, fighting to breathe.
I’m naked Lindsay on that tabloid cover, wearing another man’s blood and holding all the sins in the world in my hand.
Drew senses it, standing, slowly guiding me up. “We’re done,” he announces. Silas stands, loyal to Drew. Mark Paulson stays seated. His eyes are on Daddy.
Mom pretends nothing negative has been said, as if their plan to send me to the Island is a gift. “Tired? Oh, sweetie, go rest. Maybe your discharge came a bit too early.” She gives me a long look.
She’s not talking about yesterday’s discharge from the hospital.
She’s talking about my discharge from the Island, weeks ago.
As Drew guides me out the door, he and Mark share a look.
“We’ll talk later,” Drew says to him. Mark just nods and gives me a sympathetic smile.
“Thank you,” I say to him, the words inadequate.
“Any time,” he says. I know he means it. Mark stays in the room as Marshall resumes his debriefing.
I heard what I needed to hear.
Chapter 17
Drew
Rule number one when dealing with a determined, empowered enemy: run.
It’s the same first response we recommend to civilians in active shooter settings, too.
“So Mom and Daddy still want to ship me off to the Island until the media storm is over, Jane and Anya turned on me but for good reasons, Jane actually didn’t turn on me because she’s my darknet informant and used hacking skills to get the secret videotape that proves my innocence...and I forgot to grab one of those apple fritters back there on the table!” Lindsay’s stomach growls like an exclamation point at the end of her rant. “Another way to get back at Mom – eat carbs in front of her!”
I chuckle in spite of my fury. “Let’s fix one of those. Getting you a pastry is the easy part,” I say, carefully wrapping my arm around her shoulders as we walk slowly to the parking garage.
“You are bright red, hot as hell, and your heart is zooming,” she tells me as we walk, holding tight.
“Hot as hell? Love the compliment, baby.”
“I mean from screaming at my mom,” she says with a soft laugh. “But yeah. You’re hot no matter what.”
Flirting. Lindsay is flirting.
She’s not even close to being one hundred percent, but then again, neither am I. We have to heal – inside and out -- and time is our best form of medicine.
Time together, that is.
As we get to the elevators for the parking garage, I press the lobby button. Her face screws up in confusion.
