Chapter 88

MADISON’S POV Whirring equipment forced me to hold my stomach each time with a jarring beep. Overwhelming scent of medicine, antiseptic, was filling air within and overpowered by floral perfume guests had left on their bedside. Mother lay in the hospital bed with a pinched white face. Bandaged father rolled and maintained blazing eyes in which lids were filled with pain but never diminished in its intensity. It was done. I should have been strutting on cloud nine. But I really hadn't been considering anything higher than how to squeeze the most dollars out of the crash as it was happening. And here, now, beside my mom, I knew what I had to do. Dad stirred in bed and muttered under his breath, rolling over. His frail, cranky voice cut through the room. "Did they ever catch the driver?" Michael, sitting beside him, stood up. "No. There is no street cam and the driver sped off before anyone could even try to read any plate number. But Ethan and I did report it to the police, and they're i