Chapter 16

 

 

Tennyson stared at the stack of folders on his desk – his caseload – work he’d fallen behind on since dealing with the Blakeney case. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be behind on anything but with this particular case, and his mother’s condition worsening, it was difficult to focus on much else. He felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, lazily took it out and said, “Hello.”

“Hi, Tennyson. It’s Cece, your mom’s nurse.”

Alert and already on his feet, Tennyson asked, “What’s wrong, Cece?”

“You need to get here as quickly as you can. Okay?”

“What’s going on?” he asked in a panicked voice.

“Please, just get here.”

“Cece, you know me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“They’re doing CPR on your mother right now, but it doesn’t look good.”

Tennyson lost his balance and had nearly stopped breathing at the sound of the news. He ran down the hallway to the elevator, then after sprinting to his car, he sped out of the parking lot on the way to his mother’s bedside.

But it was too late.

Moments after he arrived, he learned they’d already pronounced her dead.