Sacred Sins

don't know if I'll make it back.”
    Because her hand was cold, her grandfather covered it with both of his. Better than anyone, he understood how much emotion she kept locked inside. “A patient?”
    “Yes. Attempted suicide. He's been taken to Georgetown, but it doesn't look good.” Her voice was cool and flat, a doctor's voice. Ben studied her carefully, but other than the lack of color, he could see no emotion. “I'm sorry to leave you like this.”
    “Don't you worry about me.” The senator had already risen. His arm was draped around her as he walked her from the room. “You give me a call tomorrow, let me know how you are.”
    Something inside her trembled and shook, but she held steady. She pressed her cheek to his, wanting to draw a bit of his strength. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too, little girl.”
    As they walked into the snow-swathed night, Ben took her arm to keep her from slipping on the stairs. “Can you tell me what happened?”
    “A fourteen-year-old boy decided life was too much to handle. He jumped off the Calvert Street Bridge.”

Chapter 17

    T HE SURGICAL FLOOR smelled of antiseptic and fresh paint. With the staff halved for the holiday, the halls were almost empty. Someone had covered a mincemeat pie in Saran Wrap and left it at the nurse's station. It looked cheerful and miserably out of place. Tess stopped there as the nurse on duty filled out a report.
    “I'm Dr. Teresa Court. Joseph Higgins, Jr., was admitted a short time ago.”
    “Yes, Doctor. He's in surgery.”
    “What's his condition?”
    “Massive trauma, hemorrhaging. He was comatose when they took him up. Dr. Bitterman's operating.”
    “Joey's parents?”
    “Down the end of the hall and to the left, in the waiting area, Doctor.”
    “Thank you.” Steeling herself, Tess turned to Ben. “I don't know how long this might take, and it won't be pleasant. I'm sure I can arrange for you to wait in the doctor's lounge. You'd be more comfortable.”
    “I'll go with you.”

    “All right.” Unbuttoning her coat as she went, Tess started down the hall. Their footsteps sounded like gunfire in the tiled silence of the corridor. As she approached the door to the waiting area, she heard the muffled sobs.
    Lois Monroe was huddled close against her husband. Though it was overwarm in the room, neither of them had taken off their coats. She cried quietly, with her eyes open and unfocused. A Thanksgiving special danced soundlessly from the television mounted high on the wall. Tess motioned for Ben to stay back.
    “Mr. Monroe.”
    At the sound of her voice his eyes shifted from the wall to the door. For a moment he stared at her as if he didn't know who she was, then a seizure of pain ran through him, reflecting briefly, poignantly, in his eyes. She could almost hear the thoughts.
    I didn't believe you. I didn't understand. I didn't know.
    Responding to that even more than to the weeping, Tess went to them to sit beside Lois Monroe.
    “She went up to see if he wanted some more pie,” Monroe began. “He—he was gone. There was a note.”
    Because she understood need, Tess reached out and held his free hand. He gripped it tight, swallowed, then went on.
    “It said he was sorry. That he—he wished he could be different. It said everything would be better now, and that he was going to come back in another life. Someone saw him …” Monroe's fingers vised on hers while he closed his eyes and fought for control. “Someone saw him jump and called the police. They came—they came to the house just after we realized he was gone. I didn't know what to do, so I called you.”

    “Joey's going to be just fine.” With her hands kneading together, Lois shifted farther away from Tess. “I've always taken care of him. He's going to be fine, then we're going to go home together.” Maintaining the distance, she turned her head enough to look at Tess. “I told you he didn't need you anymore. Joey doesn't need you or any clinic or more treatment. He just needs to be left alone for a little while. He's going to be fine. He knows I love him.”
    “Yes, he knows you love him,” Tess murmured as she took Lois's hand. The pulse was rapid and thready. “Joey knows how hard you've tried to make things good for him.”
    “I have. Everything I've done has been to try to protect him, to try to make things better. All I've ever wanted was for Joey to be happy.”
    “I know that.”
    “Then why? You tell me why this happened.”