By Patti G
March 5, 2014
Amanda strode into Pine Valley Hospital without a care. She was on her way
to meet her husband, Jake, for a rare lunch outside of the hospital and without
their kids. This had been an exceptionally long winter, storm after storm. Her
son, Trevor, had more school closings than she remembered having her whole school
career. Today, though not exactly spring, it was sunny and mild and gave the
hint that spring was close by. Life had been good to her family lately. Jake was
working long hours as Chief of Emergency Services, and she was busy with the
kids, Fusion, and her part-time work at the Miranda Center. All in all, though, she
was happier than she ever thought she could be. In fact, she and Jake were
discussing the possibility of adopting another child.
She was waiting for the elevator to arrive and when it opened, it was packed
with staff and visitors going or coming from lunch or errands. She managed to
squeeze in and saw that the button to her floor was already pushed. She hated packed
elevators, always praying they would not get stuck. Her floor came and she
politely moved past the other riders when she swore she felt a pin jab her in
the arm. It was not that painful, and she looked around to see if someone was
holding a sharp object or readjusting a brooch, but she saw nothing unusual and
just went on her way.
Dr. Cara Hayward was in the doctor's staff lounge reviewing patient charts.
She was now a couple of months into her pregnancy and for the most part feeling
pretty good. Of course, having her husband, David, fawn all over her made things
easier. Her mother helping to take care of Leo made life easier as well.
Right now, though, she was feeling a bit queasy and thought she should stop and
get something to eat before finishing her work. She decided to compromise and
for the time being pour herself a cup of tea.
Cara got up to fix a cup of tea and noticed a box of doughnuts someone on staff
must have kindly brought in. She saw a few nurses standing by the doughnuts talking
and asked them if she could grab one. Of course, they told her, help yourself.
They all commented on her pregnancy and ask how she was feeling.
Cara got back to her work with a gooey doughnut and her tea and took a sip. She
thought for a split second the tea tasted funny, but then again when you are
pregnant a lot of things taste weird. She did not give more thought about it and
went back to finish up her work and go to lunch.
Brooke was working at her desk at Tempo trying to get this month's editorial
finished before heading off to a lunch meeting at the Miranda Center. While life
had been hectic as of late, she was never so at peace with herself. Adam was
behaving and actually seemed to enjoy his semi-retirement. Their "kids" were all
busy with their own lives and, for the moment, their family had some peace.
There was a knock on Brooke's door and her assistant came in holding a lovely
wrapped box that had just been delivered. Brooke took the box and opened it to
find it was her favorite chocolates. The note on the card said "Sweets for the Sweet," and it was signed
"Love, Adam." Brooke normally would not indulge right
before lunch, but she was a bit hungry, and they did look so good. She picked just
one piece and enjoyed. She offered her assistant a piece, but she declined, saying
she was really trying to lose some weight for the upcoming summer.
Well now, everything was all set and the plan was proceeding just as they
planned. By tonight all of the victims and their targets of revenge would know
what was in store for them and what their lives would cost.
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