Her life begins to unravel as a jealous colleague puts her fellowship in jeopardy and a haunting secret Ray Sherman carried home from Afghanistan comes to light.
Hounded by a federal investigation and the ensuing media feeding frenzy, Carrie and Ray desperately lean on each other, until a disastrous accident puts both Ray and her sister's lives at risk.
In the last hour, Carrie and Ray will each find themselves faced with a choice.
A choice that will change everything.
The third book in the Thompson Sisters series promises to be just as full of drama and surprises.
I've got an exclusive extract for you, guaranteed to interest you in this fab series!
Carrie nodded, her eyes vacant. Peterson swiped his access card, and the door slid open. Carrie stepped inside just as a man briskly walked across the hall and followed her in. Doctor Peterson turned away, and I followed the man in, my eyes narrowing.
“Doctor Thompson-Sherman?” the man said, and I felt a sudden flash of unchecked rage. Carrie felt it too: I could see it, her shoulders suddenly turning stiff, feet coming to a stop. She spun around, disbelief on her face.
Behind her, Dylan and Alex were sitting against one wall, next to Jessica. My parents had moved marginally closer to them, no longer all the way across the room but not next to them either. Sarah was across the room from the rest of them, loitering near the nurses’ station. Nobody noticed her there.
The man I knew. He was Ronald Lafferty. A reporter from the New York Daily News.
The first time I met Lafferty was a few days after the Army decided they were going to charge me after all. I’d taken the metro from Walter Reed to Bethesda and walked the two blocks back to the condo. He was standing at the door, and as I reached to open it, he’d aggressively approached me, calling out questions. I’d answered repeatedly, “No comment,” and the next day my picture was spread, tabloid style, across the Daily News. The headline read “War Criminal Living in Lap of Luxury?”
That was only the first of many articles smearing both Carrie and me. Lafferty had made a career of trying to destroy our lives.
“Leave me the hell alone,” Carrie said, her face showing rage. Dylan stood up, concern on his face.
“Carrie,” Lafferty said, “Can you comment on the accident? Did you know the other driver?”
“I’m not commenting on anything. Get out of here now.”
Lafferty wasn’t intimidated. “Come on, Carrie. We’re going to run the story anyway. Tell us your side. Were you surprised to find out the other driver was also in the Army?”
“What?” Carrie said, her face betraying shock. “Leave me alone! You have no right to be in here!”
Dylan’s face was red, and he approached the reporter rapidly. From the other side, Sarah was approaching, anger on her face.
Dylan said, “You heard the lady. Get out of here now.”
A nurse saw the commotion and a look of concern crossed her face. She said, “Excuse me, sir. Are you here to visit an immediate family member?”
“Carrie, an Army source is saying the other driver is connected to the investigation somehow. Tell me what you know, and you can finally get your side of the story out.”
Horror mixed with shock flashed across her face. She covered her ears and yelled, “Get out!”
At Carrie’s shout, Dylan exploded into violence, running forward and grabbing Lafferty by the collar. He slammed him into the wall with a loud thud, and said, “Get the hell out of here, now!” .
“Doctor Thompson-Sherman?” the man said, and I felt a sudden flash of unchecked rage. Carrie felt it too: I could see it, her shoulders suddenly turning stiff, feet coming to a stop. She spun around, disbelief on her face.
Behind her, Dylan and Alex were sitting against one wall, next to Jessica. My parents had moved marginally closer to them, no longer all the way across the room but not next to them either. Sarah was across the room from the rest of them, loitering near the nurses’ station. Nobody noticed her there.
The man I knew. He was Ronald Lafferty. A reporter from the New York Daily News.
The first time I met Lafferty was a few days after the Army decided they were going to charge me after all. I’d taken the metro from Walter Reed to Bethesda and walked the two blocks back to the condo. He was standing at the door, and as I reached to open it, he’d aggressively approached me, calling out questions. I’d answered repeatedly, “No comment,” and the next day my picture was spread, tabloid style, across the Daily News. The headline read “War Criminal Living in Lap of Luxury?”
That was only the first of many articles smearing both Carrie and me. Lafferty had made a career of trying to destroy our lives.
“Leave me the hell alone,” Carrie said, her face showing rage. Dylan stood up, concern on his face.
“Carrie,” Lafferty said, “Can you comment on the accident? Did you know the other driver?”
“I’m not commenting on anything. Get out of here now.”
Lafferty wasn’t intimidated. “Come on, Carrie. We’re going to run the story anyway. Tell us your side. Were you surprised to find out the other driver was also in the Army?”
“What?” Carrie said, her face betraying shock. “Leave me alone! You have no right to be in here!”
Dylan’s face was red, and he approached the reporter rapidly. From the other side, Sarah was approaching, anger on her face.
Dylan said, “You heard the lady. Get out of here now.”
A nurse saw the commotion and a look of concern crossed her face. She said, “Excuse me, sir. Are you here to visit an immediate family member?”
“Carrie, an Army source is saying the other driver is connected to the investigation somehow. Tell me what you know, and you can finally get your side of the story out.”
Horror mixed with shock flashed across her face. She covered her ears and yelled, “Get out!”
At Carrie’s shout, Dylan exploded into violence, running forward and grabbing Lafferty by the collar. He slammed him into the wall with a loud thud, and said, “Get the hell out of here, now!” .
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