As the days passed the chances of Shane regaining consciousness became slimmer. Finally, after four weeks as I sat next to him wearing reasonably baggy clothes, expanding around my waist, becoming pale and thin everywhere else. I'd missed several doctors appointments, Shane looked awful. He woke up, his eyes fluttered open and he said:
"Kara..." that was his first word since the incident, just not in the way I wanted.
"Dad," he said, Vince moved closer to him "Kara, shot me." he slowly said. I swallowed; I couldn't believe what he said. Vince looked at me. My mouth gaped open.
"Kara?" he asked.
"Wha...? Marissa did it, she confessed to me. I swear." tears welled up in my eyes. I sunk to the floor, I don't know if Vince believed me or not.
I was escorted out of the hospital in handcuffs. I passed Linda and she looked hurt, I expected her to slap me. She didn't, instead she hugged me.
"I don't believe it, honey," she whispered, crying. A fresh set of tears tumbled from my eyes.