Hidden Legacy

As the ambulance pulled away, Jason turned to Dalton and Michael. “I’m going to change. There’s no way this place doesn’t have at least one CO detector. Find them. Or find where they used to be.”

“Think they’re defective, boss?” Dalton asked.

“Something like that,” he said.

* * *

Caroline held Henry’s hand with one hand and her oxygen mask with the other as they made their way to the hospital.

Carbon monoxide poisoning?

How?

She had smoke detectors, carbon monoxide detectors, motion detectors and who knew what other types of detectors, thanks to Heidi.

How could this have happened?

She looked at her pants. Then her shirt. Oh, no.

“It’s okay, Ms. Harrison,” the EMT said as she handed her a towel.

“It’s Caroline.”

“Hi, Caroline. I’m Lucy.”

Caroline tried to wipe away the worst of the spots.

“Vomiting is a good sign,” Lucy said. “It means your exposure level isn’t so bad that it’s started to affect your brain function.”

Caroline appreciated Lucy’s effort to make her feel better.

“It may be a good sign, but I’d really like some clean clothes,” she said.

Lucy adjusted the oxygen mask on Henry’s face. “I’m sure that cute cop will bring you some. Is he your boyfriend?”

Lucy’s words unleashed a new horror.

Jason. She’d thrown up in front of Jason. Why had she called Jason?

She knew why.

He’d programmed his number into her phone last night. Tested it before he left so it was the last number dialed and the first one to pop up when she’d frantically grabbed it.

But that wasn’t really why.

She’d called him because she knew he would take care of it. Take care of her. That despite the past thirteen years of awkwardness, he would come when she called.

He’d come.

And found her covered in vomit.

She glanced at her clothes again. Correction. Pajamas. The Duke pajamas she’d gotten for Christmas her senior year of high school, right after she was accepted.

She dropped her head into her free hand.

“You okay, Caroline?” Lucy’s concern popped her head back up.

“I threw up in front of him,” she said.

Lucy smirked. “He didn’t seem to mind.”

Caroline groaned.

“Don’t worry,” Lucy said. “We’ll get you some scrubs to put on when we get to the hospital.”

“Thanks.”

Caroline tried to pull her mind back to more pressing issues. Like how had this happened? Why?

What kind of sick person would be willing to kill a baby?

Because there was one thing she was sure of.

This hadn’t been an accident.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, Caroline rested on the hospital bed in the small emergency department room. Lucy had come through with the scrubs. Henry was curled beside her wrapped in a tiny hospital gown. Both of them still wore their oxygen masks, but their CO levels had dropped significantly. The doctor had indicated he would run a few tests, but they’d probably be able to go home in a few hours.

“Knock, knock,” Jason’s soft voice preceded his head peering around the door. A smile lit his features. “You look so much better,” he said.

“Thanks a lot.”

His face fell. “No, I didn’t mean... I mean—”

“I’m just giving you a hard time.” Which she shouldn’t do. He’d been amazing today. “I’m sorry. I can’t thank you enough. I’m sorry about your clothes.”

His smile was tender. “You can throw up on me anytime, Ms. Harrison.”

She groaned.

“I’m afraid your phone didn’t survive.”

His words pulled the unpleasant memory to the surface. “I’ll get another one. I was thinking about an upgrade anyway.”

He smiled. “Well, it isn’t a new phone, but maybe this will cheer you up.” He placed a small bag beside her on the bed. “I hope you won’t get mad.”

She peered into the bag. “You brought me clothes?”