Chapter 2 - THE NURSE ON THE NIGHT SHIFT
The silence in the grand dining room was absolute.
Fifty wealthy guests sat frozen in their velvet chairs, their expensive champagne warming in their glasses. Nobody dared to breathe. The crystal chandeliers above us cast a harsh light on Vanessa’s pale, terrified face.
She wasn't looking at Michael anymore. She was staring directly at me.
My soaked uniform clung to my skin, the cold wine chilling me to the bone, but I couldn't feel it. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.
Your mother didn't have a stroke by accident.
I took a slow, trembling step away from the banquet table.
“What did you do to my mother?” I whispered.
My voice was barely a breath, but in that silent room, it echoed like a gunshot.
Vanessa’s shock instantly twisted into a mask of ugly, desperate rage. She took a step toward me, her red gown swishing against the marble floor.
“Don't listen to him, Emily,” Vanessa snapped, her voice shrill. “Michael is having a mental breakdown. Your mother is a sick, fragile woman. That's all.”
But Luca Moretti wasn't looking at Vanessa.
He was staring at his younger brother.
“Michael,” Luca said. His voice was dangerously quiet. It was the voice of a man who controlled half the city, a man who had just realized his entire life had been built on a lie. “Tell me exactly what happened the night Catherine left.”
Michael swallowed hard. His hands were gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles were white.
“Catherine didn't pack her bags and walk out on you, Luca,” Michael said, his voice breaking. “She went to the emergency room. She was terrified.”
Luca’s broad shoulders went rigid. “Why was she at the hospital?”
“Because someone poisoned her,” Michael whispered.
A collective gasp rippled through the fifty guests.
Vanessa lunged forward. “Shut your mouth, Michael! You’re drunk!”
Luca didn't even look at her. He simply raised one tattooed hand. Instantly, two massive men in dark suits stepped out from the shadows of the doorway, blocking Vanessa from taking another step.
“Keep going,” Luca commanded his brother.
“Catherine knew she was being slowly poisoned,” Michael continued, tears spilling over his eyelashes. “She drove herself to St. Jude’s Hospital in the middle of the night. She needed a blood test to prove it. She needed evidence before she could come to you.”
My mind raced. St. Jude’s Hospital.
That was where my mother had worked as a charge nurse for twenty years.
“My mother was on duty that night,” I realized out loud, my voice shaking.
Michael nodded, looking at me with profound sorrow. “Yes, Emily. Your mother was the one who drew Catherine’s blood. She was the one who ran the toxicology screen.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. “Did she… did she find something?”
“She found everything,” Michael said. He finally turned his gaze toward Vanessa. “The results proved Catherine was being dosed with arsenic. But before Catherine could leave the hospital with the paperwork, Vanessa arrived.”
Vanessa was backed against the edge of the table now, her chest heaving. “It’s a lie! I wasn't even in Chicago that weekend!”
“You were there,” Alessandro Romano suddenly spoke up.
The distinguished Italian businessman set his linen napkin on the table. He looked at Vanessa with absolute disgust.
“You told me you were in Chicago that weekend, Vanessa,” Alessandro said in perfect English. “You bragged about it to my family in Rome. You said it was the weekend you finally eliminated your competition.”
Vanessa’s jaw dropped. She looked around the room like a trapped animal. The wealthy socialites and businessmen who had been toasting to her engagement just ten minutes ago were now looking at her with horror.
Luca took a slow, deliberate step toward his fiancée.
“You poisoned my wife,” Luca stated. It wasn't a question. It was a death sentence.
“Luca, please!” Vanessa begged, her arrogant facade crumbling into pathetic tears. “They’re lying! They’re all conspiring against me!”
But Luca ignored her. He looked back at me.
“Emily,” Luca said gently, his dark eyes softening when they met mine. “When did your mother have her stroke?”
“Eight months ago,” I whispered.
Luca frowned. “Catherine disappeared five years ago. Why would Vanessa wait four years to hurt your mother?”
It was a valid question. It was the missing piece.
And suddenly, the reversal hit me like a physical blow.
“Because my mother didn't know who Vanessa was,” I said, the pieces rapidly locking together in my mind. “My mother didn't know the names of the mafia families. She just treated a terrified woman in the ER and locked the blood results in the hospital safe.”
I looked directly at Vanessa.
“But eight months ago,” I continued, my voice growing stronger, “my mother saw a picture in the newspaper. A picture of Luca Moretti’s new engagement.”
Vanessa flinched.
“My mother recognized you, didn't she?” I asked, stepping closer to the woman who had tormented me for nearly a year. “She recognized the woman who was lurking around the hospital the night her patient vanished. She threatened to go to the police.”
Vanessa’s face twisted with pure hatred. She didn't deny it. She couldn't.
Instead, she did the only thing a cornered predator could do.
She attacked.
With a feral scream, Vanessa lunged at me. She didn't go for my face or my hair. She reached directly for my chest, her manicured claws hooking onto the heavy silver locket I had worn around my neck every day since my mother’s stroke.
“Give me that!” Vanessa shrieked, ripping the chain from my neck.
The silver chain snapped, slicing into the back of my neck. I cried out in pain, stumbling backward.
But Vanessa didn't care. She held the silver locket triumphantly in her fist, panting wildly.
“She doesn't know!” Vanessa laughed hysterically, looking at Luca. “This stupid little maid doesn't even know what she’s been carrying around her neck for eight months!”
Before Luca could reach her, Vanessa slammed the silver locket hard against the marble dining table.
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The locket shattered open.
And a tiny, folded piece of yellowed hospital paper fluttered to the floor.
