Phoenix
Between me and Jack, I’m the one who has a hard time controlling my temper. I have never wanted to strike a woman so badly as I did at that moment, standing in the middle of a crowded waiting room in the hospital emergency room. Denise stood there shaking and teary-eyed, acting like she was the innocent victim when she had put her own daughter in a trauma room.
Since I had known Denise, she had struck me as a woman of at least average intelligence. Although I had recently had a lot of reasons to question her mental health, I didn’t think she was flat out stupid. So how on earth could she stand there and try to tell me that her therapist told her to give her daughter a substance that she was deathly allergic to? Even if the guy did tell her, what kind of f.ucking lunatic wo
