My name is Nell Hayes and I spent eighteen grueling months fighting tirelessly just to keep a basic roof over our heads. I worked relentlessly cleaning apartments waiting tables at diners and folding heavy laundry until sunrise just to survive. There were painful nights when my sweet three year old daughter Poppy had to sleep inside a laundry cart because I simply could not afford a babysitter. My fortunes finally shifted when I found a highly paid housekeeping job at the grand Sartori estate. The generous salary was more than I had ever earned and for the first time in years I thought my daughter and I might finally be safe. The matriarch Rosalind Sartori gave me one strict warning upon my arrival. She explicitly forbade me from ever entering the second floor medical wing of the massive estate. That isolated wing was where her powerful thirty eight year old son Matteo Sartori lay completely unconscious after a horrific car accident. His vehicle had been struck at nearly seventy miles per hour and overturned three times leaving him in a deep coma. For forty nine anxious nights highly trained doctors had constantly watched his medical monitors hoping for any meaningful response from the severely injured executive.
