Chapter 1
It was the end of my shift, and I was on my way to the Brooklyn Hospital Centre. Those 20 minutes always seemed like ages. I hate this time when I have nothing to do and just end up thinking about it all the time.
I got pulled out of my thoughts because the big truck in front of me started to slow down. I stepped on the brakes and leaned out of the window. We were stuck in a huge traffic jam.
Just like that night. I leaned back into my seat and held tightly to the steering wheel.
Just the thought of her gave me goosebumps. I have the picture of her in front of my eyes every single morning when I wake up. I remember her lying on the wooden floor, her blond hair and clothes soaked with blood. I remember each bruise, every single cut on her face and body, her arms covered with cuts and blood as she tried to cover her face to protect herself. It was a horrifying sight that night and an even worse memory that has haunted me for nearly a year. She was brutally beaten and, as if that wasn’t enough, she was raped. Doctors said she wouldn’t be able to have children anymore—well, if she were lucky enough to wake up from the coma first.
