Free The Shocking Truth About Ramsey by Jennifer L. Ray

Jackson across the face.  His smug look vanished and she was satisfied.  She knew it hurt because she could still feel the burning tingle in her palm.  
    "Don't you ever do that again," she said.  "This is my place of employment. You can get me fired or suspended.  What if someone saw us?"
    "Do you want me to come to your house or will you meet me at a hotel? We can't go back to granddad's house with my father here," he said ignoring the slap and her censure. 
    She couldn't help herself, she said, "I leave the hospital at ten o'clock tonight.  Meet me in the front lobby.  We'll go to my place."
    Jackson grinned and left her standing against the wall as he went back into Maximus room. 
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    It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Pam made it to the Greendale assisted living community in Grenada, Mississippi.  She gave the woman at the front desk her name and the name of the patient she was there to visit.  The woman's eyes grew big and round and she hurriedly left the desk.  She returned shortly with a very tall, thin, and pale woman who looked bored to death.  
    "You're here to see Cassandra Westwood?" she drawled. 
    "Yes.  Is there a problem," she asked. 
    "No.  It's just that she usually never has visitors.  There's a gentleman who comes once a year to make sure she's okay and to put extra money in her account, but other than that no one comes.  Just what is your relationship to her," she asked. 
    Pam frowned.  What man was coming to put extra money in Cassandra's account?  Cassandra was a ward of the state and the state had always taken care of her.  At forty-three Cassandra's care was totally independent from that of family and there was no family other than herself.  
    "Who is the man that comes here," she asked. 
    "Ma'am what is your name and what is your relationship to Cassandra," the stick asked again. 
    "I am Pamela Laughterdale, her…sister," she lied. 
    The woman's eyes opened and it was clear she recognized the name.  Pam had the decency to look embarrassed at being caught in a terrible lie.  The woman's lips thinned to slits and she looked down her nose at Pam. 
    "I see.  Well, the gentleman wanted to remain anonymous and since you are only Cassandra's sister and Cassandra is a full grown woman, I don't see where it is necessary to divulge her business to you.  If she chooses to tell you anything she can, but you won't get a bit of information out of me."  She turned and walked off leaving Pam with the very confused receptionist.  
    "Ma'am, please understand.  I have neglected my s…sister really badly.  I haven't been here in years.  For this visit, I…I just want to look at her.  Please don't tell her that I'm here.  I…I will come back in a week or two.  But I have to take things slowly for now," she begged.  
    Pam hoped the woman understood her desperation and went along with her wishes without too much of a fuss.   Thankfully the woman was an understanding nonjudgmental person, unlike the stick, because she smiled kindly at Pam and patted her on the shoulders. 
    "Relax, honey.  It’s gone be fine.  She's in the dining room.  We'll look through the glass and I'll point her out to you. How's that?" she said sweetly. 
    Pam nodded and grabbed her hand and held it for a minute.  She followed her like a lamb being led to slaughter.  She had lived so far above these type situations for years that now she felt like the hunchback from Notre Dame as she stumbled behind the kind receptionist, shoulders sagging further down with every step she took.   The nightmare had done nothing to calm her fears and she felt her heart pounding as they reached the glass doors to the dining room. 
    She was not prepared for the sight that met her eyes.  Cassandra was beautiful.  She sat at a table for four with one other woman and two men.  She smiled at something the woman said and her face was transformed into even more beauty.  She looked like Ramsey.  One hand rested in