Chapter 23
I was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed trying to lace a pair of thin slipper shoes when the door opened.
It was not a nurse.
A man in his early thirties stepped inside carrying two large paper bags and a folded stack of clothes. He had short dark hair, a calm face, and the kind of quiet presence that did not draw attention. I recognized him only by the description the nurse had given. This was the man who had found me in the forest.
He stopped a few steps from the bed and set the bags on the chair.
“You look better than when I found you,” he said.
My hands went still on the shoes. “You came back.”
“I did. The hospital would only tell me you were stable. I figured you might need more than a gown and an IV.”
He opened the first bag and took out a simple pair of jean
