Dr. Zimmer palpated Joanna’s head in an organized fashion, stopping at the back of her head and applying firm pressure to the area.
Joanna flinched. “Ow!”
Dr. Zimmer probed the tender lump.
“Still sensitive, huh?” Dr. Zimmer asked.
One of Otto’s customers thrust her until he slammed the back of her head against the bed’s headboard with his dick still inside her.
“You must have hit the car door hard.”
“Car door? Car accident? I wasn’t in a car wreck.”
Concern furrowed across Dr. Zimmer’s forehead. She drew a deep breath.
“You and your parents were in a car accident a day ago…Sunday afternoon. It had been raining hard and the roads of the Tamiami Trail were slick. Your father lost control of the car and it slammed into a tree. The medics responding to the accident pulled you out of the back seat.” Dr. Zimmer paused. “Unfortunately, Kaylee, your mother and father did not survive.”
Parents? She’d left those pieces of shit years ago.
Her father was no different from the other men, and her mother cared about her as much as Margo did. But she trusted Newell. He was kind and rather sweet…until he too sold her out.
Dr. Zimmer and Nurse Lynn stared at her as if they were waiting for her to melt down.
They’d mistaken her for a girl named Kaylee who was in a car wreck and whose parents did not survive. But how the hell did she end up in that car, and where the hell was Kaylee?
This wasn’t Miami. She must have escaped. Otto and Newell would surely be looking for her. But as along as she pretended to be Kaylee, she was safe.
Joanna stuck out her bottom lip. “They’re dead?”
Dr. Zimmer nodded. “Yes.”
“Can I please be alone?”
“Sure,” Dr. Zimmer said.
Joanna looked at Lynn.
“I’ll leave you be,” Lynn said. “The ginger ale is on your tray table. Here’s the call light. Just push the nurse button if you need me or if you’re hungry. I’ll be right outside at the nurse’s station.”
Joanna waited until they left and then popped the ginger ale can open, stuck a straw in it, and drank the carbonated drink dry.
Then she lay back on the bed and crossed her ankles.
This could work.
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