The sun came up slowly that morning. I sat by the window, holding a cup of tea I didn’t drink. The house was quiet again. Carson was still asleep, I guessed.
I touched the necklace on my neck. It felt cold.
My phone rang. I looked at the screen. It was the hospital. My heart jumped.
"Hello?" I said.
"Miss Drake?" a voice replied.
"Yes," I said, standing up slowly.
"This is from Saint Grace Hospital. It’s about your mother," the nurse said.
"Is she okay?" I asked.
"She’s stable now. But something came up," she said.
"What is it?" I asked again.
"Her bills... they were fully paid last night," the nurse said.
I blinked. "Paid?"I asked unsure.
"Yes. Everything, both the surgery and the medication, even the special care fee," she said.
"Who paid?" I asked quickly.
"We were told no
