Bryce: The Plan
“Well, that should suffice for now. Make sure there’s no pressure being applied on your right leg for the next week or so. It should heal right back up,” said the peppy Dr. Reddy with his side swept hair and gnarly yellow tie no one should ever be seen sporting.
“Thank you for everything,” I said shaking his hand and guiding him to the exit.
I walked back into the room where Wanda was resting.
The maroon blanket covered her as she lay with a sense of calm. I sat beside her with my hand on hers.
“What do we do now?” I asked as I looked at Wanda.
“We have to turn the tables on your uncle. It’s the only way. He doesn’t know you’re aware and it should stay like this until we can get him caught red-handed,” she said after a subtle pause to ponder over her opinion.
“What i
