Chapter 93

The parking garage is quiet and empty. None of the day shift staff have arrived yet. I stand against the cold wall and gather my skittled thoughts.

I was wrong to get angry at Thaddeus. None of this is his fault. If there’s anyone to blame, it has to be me. I’m the only one that’s known about Jocasta’s diagnosis.

“Jacob,” shouts Thaddeus from the emergency exit. He jogs towards me and tries to speak but struggles to catch his breath.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was so desperate for her to get better, that I may have been too hasty to get her on the treatment,” he breathes. “I honestly thought it was going to work.”

“I don’t blame you,” I say. “I was angry and lashed out at you.”

“Blame me if you want, because I blame myself,” he says. There’s a dejected look in his eye.

“No, I should have told her the truth,” I admit.

“The truth about what?” he asks and strands upright.

This lie is killing me, I can’t let it destroy my wife and baby as well. Maybe if I confess my sins, my punishment might not