Chapter Fifty-Eight
"Sam. Sam."
The sound of her mother's voice made her want to smile and cry at the same time, but she did neither. She didn't even attempt to roll over and acknowledge her. She wasn't sure she would be able to face anyone again. She sensed rather than heard that her mother had sat back down in the chair she'd pulled beside her bed three days before, when she'd been allowed to stay in the room. Her mom had been there for the last five days.
She could have been discharged if she hadn't been acting like she was worse than she was, but she just wasn't ready to face all that she'd done. Thankfully, she'd been able to allow the beating she'd gotten and the exhaustion she felt to be her excuse for not moving. That, and the fear that the person who wanted her dead was probabl
