Broken PromisesChapter 39
It was two days before New Year’s, 2000. We’d gotten a card. We were invited to dinner on New Year’s Day. Oddly, I hadn’t gotten anything from the Nevadans: messages, calls, cards since they found out. Strange. But now of course I had. We had. “So, are we going after all?” she said. “You can, but I’m not. Tell them, I’m feeling a little down,” I said. “It’ll give them something to talk about. Oh, and you can tell them I’m not suing the doctor for revealing the info in my sealed records,” I...