Attempted Murder

Mia was too young to have orchestrated everything on her own. There had to be someone else pulling the strings behind the scenes. But I didn’t get any answer from the girl. Mia was sleeping soundly when I entered her room. Carole was sitting in a bedside chair, dozing off. Mia looked smaller than her age as she lay in the bed quietly, her face a shade of sickly white. A clear plastic tube snaked its way under the blanket, where she must have an IV needle stuck in her arm, just like I did. ‘How is she doing?’ I whispered to Carole. ‘Better, but still weak. The doctors said she lost almost a third of her blood. It’ll take some time for her to recover.’ Carole was unaware of the second paternity test. Nor did Kieran tell her that Mia tried to kill me. She was conscientious about her job as a caretaker—Kieran paid her double to look after Mia. She had been here for the past three days. ‘How are you doing?’ Carole gestured for me to sit down. ‘You must’ve had a bad case of heatstroke. You w