Fawn’s POV
I didn’t call her the next time I went to the bathroom.
Not because I was trying to be an i***t. Because I needed to know how far I could push this body without someone hovering. I needed to be ready for my revenge, not have someone putting the brakes on and slowing me down.
Stupid? Yes. Necessary? Also, yes.
Later, I waited until I was sure she’d settled in for the night—the quiet click of a door down the hall, the faint murmur of a TV. Then I braced a hand on the mattress and stood. What sort of nurse was she? She hadn’t even checked on her patient before going to bed.
Ana had brought my meal to me on a tray earlier. So I wasn’t expected to join Blake for dinner? Was Nurse Lena having dinner with Blake had been my thought at the time. Yes, I was jealous. He was my husband
