Chapter Eight
Something snapped Stacey out of her memories. She felt as if she was dragging herself out of a pool filled with tar as she looked up. The waiting room was still empty. The TV shoved in the corner was playing the news. She was freezing cold sitting there in the small waiting room all alone.
The noises that jarred her were from two nurses walking by. They had clearly come from their break and were talking excitedly about something. The words seemed to slide in and out of her brain without registering.
Her fingers were curled around her phone. When Stacey opened her hand, her bones felt stiff. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there thinking about Tina and the night her parents died.
She tried calling Allison again, but the result was the same. She put her phone
