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Chapter 13 Sydney's little pep talk with herself yielded excellent results. By the time Faith, Lexie and Tracy arrived, she had taken a bath, with the help of a nurse, combed her hair and had it wrapped neatly in a bun. Alice, the owner of Ornee's had dinner specially delivered to the hospital for Sydney with a note to expect breakfast, lunch and dinner on Sunday as well. She had finally been able to feed herself with her right hand, which she felt was a major accomplishment. So her spirits w...

Chapter 12 "Elliot will be here first thing Monday morning,” Ben said as he walked back into the room. “He said until then we are not to allow Sydney to speak with anyone besides family and close friends. He said for us not to discuss anything, even with the hospital staff, and to tell the doctor only what he needs to know in connection with treating Sydney," Ben instructed. "That should be easy. Dr. Winston said he plans to keep Sydney until at least Monday. He was worried about her memory l...

Chapter 10 "Detective Richardson is it?" Ben asked as he walked up and shook the hand of the detective standing at the nurse’s desk. "Mr. Rathers," Isaac said as she stretched out his hand. As Isaac shook Mr. Rathers’ hand he noticed the strong resemblance that he shared with Sydney. His skin tone was several shades lighter than Sydney’s and he stood a lofty 6’ 7“, but those were the only differences in their appearances. Sydney had inherited his fiery hazel eyes and the soft texture of his h...

Chapter 8 On his drive from the hospital, Isaac's thoughts were consumed by his visit with Sydney Porter. He hated to believe that such a beautiful young woman had committed such a heinous crime. His plan had been to go into her hospital room, rip to shreds the story about her being attacked while at the Oak Hills Inn and somehow trap her into confessing that she had found her husband and his lover together in the hotel room and killed them. When he told her that her husband had been murdered...

Chapter 6 Isaac Richardson had just placed his Greedy Man TV dinner into the microwave and tuned his television to Court TV to catch two episodes of Forensic Files, his favorite show, when his pager went off. It was the station. Sighing, he picked up the phone. He had a feeling that the leisurely night at home he had planned was about to be snatched from his grasp. "This is Richardson," he said when someone finally answered the phone. "One moment Detective, McRoy wants to speak with you." Isa...