The TV remote sat right beside her. She could watch the news. She guessed Nick and her mother were resting and she didn’t want to bother them.
Then she heard the shouts. “No, no, no, it’s my fault.”
She eased out of bed, found her sea legs and walked to the living room. Nick lay on the couch, shouting.
Crossing to him, she bent over. “Nick, you’re having a nightmare.”
“No, no, no.”
She raised her voice and shook him. “Nick.”
He came awake, an expression of horror on his face. “You’re here in my house. I think you dreamed of Scotty again.”
He gripped her hand. It hurt.
“Shit. I dreamed about the accident.”
“I’m so sorry. Move over so I can sit.”
She dropped down next to him.
When full awareness dawned, he said, “What are you doing out of bed?”
“I feel better. I didn’t want to disturb you or Mom so I was going to turn on the news.”
He sat up. His body was still trembling.
“Maybe you should talk to somebody again too.”
“Maybe. But I know why I had the nightmare. Anthony Johnston called me at work and said he had to talk to me today.”
“Anthony Johnston?”
“The phone call I took that day at the park was from him. I dropped him as a client because he reminded me of what happened.”
“That’s understandable. I wonder why he’s calling you now?”
“He probably needs a lawyer.”
“Huh. You know what I think. You need to call him back right now and see what he wants. Get it over with. I’ll sit with you while you do.”
“You think I should do that?”
“Yes.”
Nick put the phone on the table and switched on the speaker. “Call Anthony Johnston,” he said.
The phone only rang twice. “Johnston.”
“It’s Nick Redmond. What do you want with me after two years?”
“I’ve done something that’s going to go public next week. Two years ago, I commissioned a children’s wing at the hospital. It’s called The Scotty Redmond Children’s Wing.”
Nick’s jaw dropped. First he felt anger. How dare he do this without getting Nick’s consent?
“We’re having a ribbon cutting ceremony and an open house to tour the facility in two weeks. I’d like you to come and cut the ribbon and see what we’ve done in honor of your son.”
He looked to Noreen for help. She picked up the phone and said, “Mr. Johnston. I’m a friend of Nick’s here with him. We’ll call you right back.” And she disconnected.
