Baby Please Don't Go by Freudberg Frank

Author:Freudberg, Frank [Freudberg, Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Psychological Thrillers, Psychological, Thrillers, thriller, Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Romance, Murder, Literary Fiction, Suspense, Crime, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780984594542
Amazon: B00XB7IXY4
Goodreads: 25543407
Publisher: Inside Job Media
Published: 2015-05-06T07:00:00+00:00

24

Hours before dawn, Lock’s eyes opened. He sat up, wide awake. He couldn’t stop thinking about Dahlia. He pictured her alone and whimpering in the pediatric unit in Brandywine Community Hospital, the nurses busy with other little patients. No one to hold her. No one to comfort her.

And he imagined Natalie sound asleep in her own bed.

He got up and put on some coffee. He paced in his tiny kitchen while it brewed. His mind raced, imagining the toddler’s fear and pain she experienced when the pickup truck smashed into Witt’s car, the flashing red and blue emergency lights, the ride in an ambulance and being attended to by strangers in uniforms.

Lock tried to calm himself by taking a series of rapid breaths, hoping to get more oxygen to his brain. Maybe that would help him think more clearly and get his mind right. But then he worried that his mind was already right—that it was what he’d done that caused him so much distress. In all his planning, he’d never figured on this—an unforeseen crash. If he had only positioned Witt’s car better.

Imagining that dark road gave him an idea. He’d go to the Poconos. Walk in the woods there. He knew he’d be able to get two or three days off. He had plenty of vacation days coming to him, and Abner would understand. He’d call him at home, but it was only five a.m., too early to wake his boss.

Lock didn’t wait for the coffee to finish brewing. He turned off the coffee maker. He got into the shower and nearly scalded himself with the hot water, scrubbing himself violently with a cotton washcloth.

As he dried himself, he realized the shower hadn’t worked to wash away his anxiety—the rushing thoughts returned. Running away to the mountains wouldn’t help, either. He needed to get to the office and do whatever good he could. He needed to help the children whose lives came across his desk in the form of messages, memos, reports, and phone calls. That was who Lock was, a guardian of children, not a monster who intentionally put them in harm’s way. It had been a horrible, horrible mistake.

He’d get to the office early, work late, and do good things. He needed to have a sense of control, and that illusion was easier to acquire at the office.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.