It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 37

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A fever from my injuries kept me unconscious for three days. I dreamed. A warm, golden dream where my parents never adopted Serena and loved only me. Aaron was the boy who waited by my door. We married in a rose garden, had a child, and were happy. Then the light died. Their smiles turned cold. Together, the three of them stood at a cliff’s edge, laughing, and pushed me off.

I woke with a gasp in an empty hospital room. My body felt heavy, my shoulder throbbing. I pulled out my IV and shuffled into the hallway, leaning on the wall.

I heard nurses whispering at their station.

“The Harvey sisters… night and day. Serena had a few scrapes, but her parents and Mr. Cooke never left her side.”

“And the other one? Louisa? In a coma for three days. Not a single visitor.”

Their words were icicles. I steadied myself, walked to the station, and signed my own discharge papers.

The Harvey mansion was silent. I packed one small suitcase. That was all. Going downstairs for water, I heard laughter outside. They came in: my parents supporting a limping Serena, Aaron behind them, his eyes soft on her. A happy group.

Aaron’s step hitched when he saw me. My mother was on me first. “Louisa! Sneaking out of the hospital? Do you know how worried you made us?”

My father piled on. “Serena explained. She lost her balance, panicked, and pushed you away trying to help. It was an accident! And you’re throwing a tantrum?”

Serena hung her head, but the corners of her mouth held a smug, triumphant smile just for me.

I looked at them all and laughed, a dry, cracked sound. “Worried? You spent three days at her bedside while I was in a coma.” My gaze swung to Serena. “Lost your balance? You must get dizzy from spinning so many lies.”

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