Free The Haret (The Haret Series) by Denise Daisy

again.
                  “Who is Raine Zadock?”
                  Her heart seized at the mention. There was only one way the Detective could know the name Raine Zadock. She swallowed hard and kept her eyes closed.
                  “I don’t know.”
                  “You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?”
                  Detective Russell crossed his arms in front of him.
                  “Is that who you ran after in the woods last Friday night? Did you two plan a rendezvous to run off together?
                  She didn’t answer and the room grew quiet.  Melvin Rebold stood and walked out.
                  Felicitas looked up at her mother for help. Sharon interpreted her daughter’s plea.
                  “Do you have to question her now? It’s one in the morning. She is confused and exhausted and I don’t think interrogating her at this late of an hour is going to do anything to jog her memory. Can you please allow her some rest and continue this in the morning?”
                  Detective Russell eyed Felicitas; his stare made her uncomfortable. He said nothing but bit down on the remaining piece of peppermint in his mouth and crunched it loudly then without taking his eyes off her he pulled a tube of Chap Stick from his pocket and smeared it across his thin lips.
                  “I’ll be back in the morning. I hope a good night’s rest will jog your memory.”
                  A tear escaped her eye and made its way down her cheek as she watched him leave the room.
                  “I’m sorry mother. I was going to tell you I was pregnant but I just found out today….or last week.”
                  Sharon gave a half smile. “We’ll talk about that later hon. I need to go find your dad. Why don’t you try and get some rest.”
                  “He’s upset huh?”
                  “He was worried sick about you.”
                  “Is he really mad…that I’m pregnant?”
                  Sharon continued her professional smile. The one she always gave when she was postponing her inevitable conversations of doom.
                  “Get some rest hon.” She leaned over and kissed Felicitas forehead.
                  “I’ll be back in the morning.”
                  “You’re seriously leaving me? I‘m terrified right now and don’t think I should be left alone.”  There was anger in her tone that didn’t set well with Sharon. She pursed her lips in disapproval.
                  “You are far from alone Felicitas. The hospital is fully staffed and there are nurses to see to your need. Your father however needs me right now and I think it is in your best interest that I go console him.” Having said her peace she collected her purse and jacket and left the room.
                  Felicitas gave way to her tears. She did not want to be alone. Why did her mother insist on running after her father? She needed her now more than he did but that’s how it always was, why did she expect anything different? She looked around the sterile room and felt as if she were stuck in a terrible dream.
                  She was glad when her nurse came in. At least she wouldn’t be totally alone. She watched the nurse pick up a black sharpie and write her name on the white board.
                  “I’m Lisa; I’m your nurse for the night. Lisa placed the sharpie in her pocket and faced her.
    “I read about you in the papers. You really don’t know where you were for a whole week?”
                  Felicitas sighed. How many times was she going to be asked the same question?
                  “No. I can’t remember anything.”
                  “Do you