Diane Harrington paced back and forth, back and forth across the sterile white floor of the emergency department waiting area, her heels clicking out a sharp, rhythmic pattern that spoke of barely contained fury and rising panic in equal measure.She couldn't sit down. Couldn't stand still. Could only move, keep moving, as if the motion itself could somehow burn off the terrible energy building inside her chest, the mixture of fear and rage and helplessness that threatened to consume her if she let it."That good-for-nothing bastard," she muttered under her breath, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "That worthless piece of shit. He did this. He did this to her."The words had become a mantra, repeated over and over as she walked, as if saying them enough times would make them true, would transform the terrifying reality of Cara's collapse into something simpler, something with a clear villain and a clear path to revenge.Inside the treatment room behind the doors they

Diane Harrington paced back and forth, back and forth across the sterile white floor of the emergency department waiting area, her heels clicking out a sharp, rhythmic pattern that spoke of barely contained fury and rising panic in equal measure.She couldn't sit down. Couldn't stand still. Could only move, keep moving, as if the motion itself could somehow burn off the terrible energy building inside her chest, the mixture of fear and rage and helplessness that threatened to consume her if she let it."That good-for-nothing bastard," she muttered under her breath, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "That worthless piece of shit. He did this. He did this to her."The words had become a mantra, repeated over and over as she walked, as if saying them enough times would make them true, would transform the terrifying reality of Cara's collapse into something simpler, something with a clear villain and a clear path to revenge.Inside the treatment room behind the doors they

Diane Harrington paced back and forth, back and forth across the sterile white floor of the emergency department waiting area, her heels clicking out a sharp, rhythmic pattern that spoke of barely contained fury and rising panic in equal measure.She couldn't sit down. Couldn't stand still. Could only move, keep moving, as if the motion itself could somehow burn off the terrible energy building inside her chest, the mixture of fear and rage and helplessness that threatened to consume her if she let it."That good-for-nothing bastard," she muttered under her breath, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "That worthless piece of shit. He did this. He did this to her."The words had become a mantra, repeated over and over as she walked, as if saying them enough times would make them true, would transform the terrifying reality of Cara's collapse into something simpler, something with a clear villain and a clear path to revenge.Inside the treatment room behind the doors they

Diane Harrington paced back and forth, back and forth across the sterile white floor of the emergency department waiting area, her heels clicking out a sharp, rhythmic pattern that spoke of barely contained fury and rising panic in equal measure.She couldn't sit down. Couldn't stand still. Could only move, keep moving, as if the motion itself could somehow burn off the terrible energy building inside her chest, the mixture of fear and rage and helplessness that threatened to consume her if she let it."That good-for-nothing bastard," she muttered under her breath, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "That worthless piece of shit. He did this. He did this to her."The words had become a mantra, repeated over and over as she walked, as if saying them enough times would make them true, would transform the terrifying reality of Cara's collapse into something simpler, something with a clear villain and a clear path to revenge.Inside the treatment room behind the doors they

Diane Harrington paced back and forth, back and forth across the sterile white floor of the emergency department waiting area, her heels clicking out a sharp, rhythmic pattern that spoke of barely contained fury and rising panic in equal measure.She couldn't sit down. Couldn't stand still. Could only move, keep moving, as if the motion itself could somehow burn off the terrible energy building inside her chest, the mixture of fear and rage and helplessness that threatened to consume her if she let it."That good-for-nothing bastard," she muttered under her breath, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "That worthless piece of shit. He did this. He did this to her."The words had become a mantra, repeated over and over as she walked, as if saying them enough times would make them true, would transform the terrifying reality of Cara's collapse into something simpler, something with a clear villain and a clear path to revenge.Inside the treatment room behind the doors they