By then, I was already on a flight to the Veloria Islands. The man sitting beside me was Vincent Foster.
The day I was rushed into emergency surgery after suffering severe blood loss, I woke up, hooked up to IVs and monitors. But the chair beside my hospital bed was empty.
A nurse came in to check my IV. "Ms. Howard, we've tried contacting your family over and over, but no one's answering."
I gave a bitter little laugh. By then, my heart had been broken so completely that I couldn't even cry anymore.
Despite the pain wracking my body, I asked the nurse for a pen and some paper.
Then I wrote my final instructions. I wanted nothing more to do with Peter and Tiffany. None of my family or friends were to have any say over what happened to me after my death.
During the early morning shif
