Annabel
I am finally out of the hospital, to the greatest dislike of my doctor. If left to him, I would have spent two more days on the hospital bed until he could be a hundred percent certain that I have made a full recovery but waking up to the smell, to the same box-like sterile walls everyday, to the feel of the small hard bed beneath me, it was all becoming too claustrophobic. I had to get out of there. I stretch languidly in the back of the rental limousine and my leg hits Stefan's. He sits rigid and stiff-backed opposite me, face impassive as stone as he goes through something on his phone.
The detective has been like this for the past two days since I woke up. The only emotion I have been able to get from him was immediately after I woke up but after that, he sealed himse
