Sandra
I am lying on the bed, stretched out on the silk sheets, watching Mike adjust his tie in front of the mirror. The sunlight from the window hits his shoulders and for a second, I almost forget how much pain I am in.
My body still hurts from the hospital. The doctor said I should take it easy. As if I have ever had that luxury. Every step still sends a sharp reminder through my legs, but at least I am alive. At least I am still here.
I lift my head slightly and watch him.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He does not even look at me.
“That is none of your business,” he says coldly. “All you need to do is focus and find a way to get Molly to sign that document. If you cannot, you leave.”
My chest tightens.
I sigh and push myself into a sitting position, gripping the edge of the be
