“He’s lying to you. He and the doctor. They have a plan.” Her hand tightened on my sleeve. “He doesn’t know I’ve seen it.”
Then she was gone, swallowed by the fluorescent hum of the corridor.
As if she had never existed at all.
I stood there with a paper cup of vending machine coffee, my new ring cold against my finger, trying to breathe.
Then I turned back toward Room 407.
“He’s lying to you.”
I forced a bride’s smile onto my face.
But I couldn’t stop wondering what on earth my childhood sweetheart had hidden beneath his hospital bed.
Ben smiled the second he saw me.
“There you are.”
“I got lost looking for coffee,” I lied.
I forced a bride’s smile onto my face.
“You always get lost.”
I smiled back because I didn’t know what else to do.
Every instinct told me to lift that mattress the second I got another chance.
But every instinct also told me that if Ben noticed even the smallest change in me, I’d never learn the truth.
A few minutes later, Dr. Klein stepped into the room carrying a tablet.
I didn’t know what else to do.
