LOGINCraig caught up and stepped in front of me."I've been trying to find you since I got out. I even contacted your mentor, but she wouldn't tell me where you were. Gwen moved away six years ago. Your mom missed you. And I... I was worried about you."He glanced at my conference badge and managed a weak smile. "You seem to be doing well. I'm glad. Do you think we could…""No," I cut him off. His smile faded."Craig, I moved on."Before I could say more, a middle-aged man hurried over and pulled Craig aside. He turned to me with an apologetic smile."I'm sorry, Dr. Murray. He's new to our sales team. I hope he wasn't bothering you."He turned back to Craig. "What are you doing? Do you know who you're talking to? Let her through!"Craig stood there, too embarrassed to say a word.I turned to his boss. "It's alright. I have another session to get to. Excuse me."I walked past them. Behind me, the man lowered his voice, but I could still hear him."Do you realize who that was
Over the next seven years, I earned my bachelor's degree and stayed on for a PhD under Peyton. I published papers in leading journals, won awards, and became the youngest researcher to lead a team in the lab.One day, I stopped by Peyton's office with the latest issue of a journal. She was looking at the cashmere scarf I bought her the week before."Diane, what did I tell you about spending so much on me? You're making good money now. Put some aside for yourself. I don't need anything this fancy."I smiled and draped the scarf over her shoulders, adjusting the ends. "You deserve something nice. Besides, I plan on having you around for a long time."She gave me an affectionate smile. "You really don't give up, do you?"Then she patted my hand, her expression turning serious. "I've had a job offer back home. I've decided to take it and move back for good. Would you come with me?"I hesitated, and she quickly added, "Only if you want to. You can stay here at the lab. It's your cho
I laughed through my tears, unable to believe Craig was asking this of me."Did you think about our history when you drugged me? When you locked me in my room and walked away while I begged for help? Or when you and my mom canceled my enrollment and left me with nowhere to go?"Craig lowered his head, his shoulders shaking. He reached for my hand, and his tears fell onto my skin."Diane, please. I was wrong. I regret all of it, but you know I cared about you."When you had that fever in eighth grade, I went to the ER with you and stayed all night. "When you were sick, I brought you soup. I went across town every weekend just to pick up cookies from your favorite bakery."He tightened his grip on my hand. "We were happy together. Please don't ruin my life."I stared at his hand around mine. He used to hold my hand on walks through campus and put his jacket around my shoulders when I got cold.He promised to keep me safe for the rest of my life. Then he slipped medication in
I gave Gwen a cold smile. "You offered to pay. If you don't want to, take your chances in court. As far as I'm concerned, 50 grand doesn't begin to make up for what you did."Gwen fell silent.Mom stepped forward, her eyes red. It took her a while to manage an apology."Diane, I was wrong. But calling the police? On your own mother?"Her voice rose, and any trace of remorse disappeared."I worked hard to raise you. Yes, I bought the medication, but I didn't know your allergy was that serious. What will people think when they hear you sent your own mother to prison?"My throat tightened. "You raised me? No, Dad raised me. Did you ever even ask how I was doing? All you cared about was shopping and gambling."When Dad was away on business, I came to you because I was hungry. You wouldn't even give me money to buy food."You slapped me and told me to leave you alone so you could keep playing. You said you already spent enough money on me, then blamed me for losing the game."You
Right then, another officer came over and whispered to the lead officer, who glanced at the three of them."Tell us exactly what happened. Cooperating could help your case."He stepped out with his colleague. The hospital had called with an update: I was awake.My mentor Peyton was the first person I saw. Her eyes filled with tears as she leaned toward me."Hey. You're finally awake."I tried to speak, but my throat was raw. It took a few tries to get the words out."How did you know I was here?"She wiped her eyes and took a breath. "I found out your mom canceled your enrollment. Something didn't feel right, so I went to your apartment. A neighbor told me they locked you in your room and drugged you."Her voice trembled, and she squeezed my hand. "I found out where the ambulance took you and came straight here. I'll help you through this. I promise."Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked at the cast on my leg. "I'm sorry, Dr. Walsh. I don't think I can leave with you yet
Mom, Craig, and Gwen froze as the officers took out their handcuffs."Come with us."Craig stumbled as an officer led him away. Looking back, he saw another officer crouched outside my bedroom, examining the lock.The officer took a few photos, then stood. "It locks from the outside. Looks like they were holding her against her will, too."The lead officer nodded, then turned back to them. "Keep moving."At the station, they sat under harsh fluorescent lights. Gwen turned to Craig. "I thought you took her phone. How did she call the cops?"The officer taking notes looked up. "You took her phone?"He checked the belongings collected from Craig during booking and found it."You took away her only way to call for help," he told Craig. "That could mean another charge."Gwen's eyes widened. She quickly looked down, realizing what she had just admitted.Mom leaned forward. "All he did was take her phone. Since when is that a crime?"She bought it with scholarship money. She wo







