Alistair asked for a vote to remove her from the clinic. Every single hand went up.
“You are fired from the board right now,” Alistair announced.
Katie walked up to him, shaking with anger.
“I am your mother,” she said. “Everything you have is because of me.”
Alistair pointed at Sawyer’s picture.
“He was my family too, and you thought he was worth less than a piece of concrete,” Alistair said.
Security guards took Katie’s badge and showed her out. Outside, a huge crowd of reporters ran toward her with microphones. For the first time, she could not stop the news from asking hard questions.
Alistair sat alone but did not feel happy. The police were working, but no prison could bring back the ten years he lost with his boy.
That afternoon, he went back to the bridge, but Nellie’s tent was gone.
“The ambulance took her to the city hospital,” an old man told him. “She has bad pneumonia. She had a high fever for days, but she refused to go because she said she had nobody left.”
