Page 84 of Violent Little Thing
I called Beau first.
“Hey,” he said. “Are you ignoring me?”
“No,” I admitted. “I was having a sleep-in.”
“With a certain woman that has hated you until now?”
I snorted. “She didn’t hate me.”
“She hated you.” He chuckled. “I guess you heard the news.”
“Yeah, from my assistant,” I confirmed. “What the hell happened?”
“She aspirated on her own vomit,” he said. “She was strapped to a bed because she tried to bite and fight the nurses. Black said do what you have to do. So they did. Only, while she was strapped to the bed, she puked and aspirated. The sitter with her had fallen asleep and she died.”
“Holy shit.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “That poor sitter.”
Because I certainly didn’t feel sorry for the woman who’d died. She’d spent the better part of her life torturing some of the best people that I knew.
“That poor sitter,” Beau agreed. “Does it make me a bad person that I don’t care?”
“No,” I said. “It makes you a human. Hating her for killing your sister isn’t a bad thing.”
That’s why I never got mad at Zee, Missy, and Seth.
They deserved to hate me.
I’d killed their daughter.
Even inadvertently.
I’d been the one driving, and I’d killed her.
That was their rights as humans.
“Wish there was going to be no funeral, but the organization is forced to have one.” Beau said. “She’s being cremated. We’re not suing the hospital. And Dad’s scattering her ashes.”
Jesus.
“I’m sorry anyway, man. I hate that you have to deal with this.”
“It’s not that surprising. I’ve been preparing for this since she was sixteen and found her first tequila bottle in my parents’ liquor cabinet.”
“Still.”
“As for her shares,” Beau continued, “already contacted the lawyer. But, this time, they’re going straight to Charleigh. She deserves them.”
I couldn’t agree more.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard yet.”
Twenty-Five
If there was a line between right and wrong, I smashed it years ago.
—Court to Charleigh
Charleigh
