I nodded, squeezing his hand. “Of course. I’ll let you sleep.”
That evening, after making sure Eric was settled for the night, I went home and sat on my bed. The laptop’s blue glow illuminated my face as I accessed the camera feed, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
For hours, nothing happened. Eric slept, nurses came and went, and I began to feel foolish for listening to a stranger.
Then, at 9 p.m., everything changed.
The ward door opened, and a woman entered. She was tall, confident, and wearing a sleek leather coat. Her perfectly styled dark hair caught the light as she approached Eric’s bed, and what happened next made my blood run cold.
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