From the Inside Flap
Guilt consumed her, its toxic waves crashing against her conscience, until she felt hollowed out. Brainless. Thoughtless. But she cried for the loss, an act which gave her hope. To cry for something meant she'd retained a remnant of what was right. If I cry harder, I'll show everyone I'm a good person.
Good person? Ha! I criticize my own parents. My interest in cadavers is so intense I keep it a secret. And what I did to Theo? I tell anyone and I'll not only lose my license, I might go to jail.
Her throat burned, the pounding in her head intensified, and she felt drained from crying.
Trudy opened her eyes to the brown of Pete's. Thank God, you're here she wanted to say, but the thing in her throat wouldn't let her. Someone grabbed her hand. Bella. 'Bella Coola,' Roman had nicknamed his grandmother. She was a cool woman, a friend.
Would they be here if they knew my secrets?
Tears flowed again, unbidden.
Trudy wanted to speak, but couldn't get past the pipe thing down her throat. A doctor's face appeared, kind grey eyes and a mouth forming an O like a dad surprised at a kid's behavior. "You're fighting the breathing tube, Ms. Solomon. Let's see if the swelling has gone down enough so we can get rid of it, hmm?"
Waves of guilt, confusion, and pain had Trudy flailing her arms while the doctor tugged on the tube. He stopped mid-extraction and spoke softly to someone. Pete's eyes entered her field of vision. "Tru, the doctor wants to make you comfortable, but he can't until you calm down and give us your trust."
Trudy stopped crying and the doctor pulled out the tube. She coughed a bit, getting used to its absence.
"No talking for a day or two, Ms. Solomon. Let's rest those vocal chords, hmm?"
She nodded vigorously, thankful for the doctor's reprieve. For two more days, my secrets remain my own.