A Chistmas Miracle
Copyright© 2021 by DB86
Chapter 10
As soon as we arrived at the hospital, Lizzie reached into the back seat for her lab coat. Her badge was pinned to the pocket.
I dropped her off at the main door and told her I’d find a place to park and meet her in the cafeteria.
Almost an hour later, while I sat alone at a table staring into my black coffee, Lizzie approached and sat down across from me.
“Well?” I said. “Were you able to read the chart?”
She leaned forward, folded her hands on the table and stared at me directly. “Yes.”
“And? Was it Wendy’s handwriting?”
Lizzie’s chest expanded and contracted with a heavy sigh.
“No, because there was no record of any psychiatric consultations at all. No notes about any of the interviews you described. There was no sign of Wendy in your chart. I’m sorry, Nick.”
“Great. Now you must think I’m a total nutcase. Completely delusional.”
“I hate to tell you this,” Lizzie said with a smile. “But it’s a little late for that. Since the moment you walked into my house, you’ve been suggesting you had conversations with my sister’s ghost.”
“I never said ghost. That’s your word, not mine.”
“Fine.” She held her hands up in surrender. “I just think we should call a spade a spade. Do you really think you talked with her?”
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