Orlena's POV
“Gone?” The word parted my lips, almost tearing them apart. “To where?”
“No, this is not happening. This is not going to happen. I will make everyone pay!”
Brent roared in anger. His chest heaved like someone about to give up his last breath. Then he reached for his phone.
“I knew it!”
The words came out of my mouth flat, like a weapon.
I squeezed the hem of my clothes together. I was right all along. But I hadn't trusted my instincts enough.
“Don't let those guys escape! Make sure they don't leave these premises!” he bellowed into his phone.
I didn't know who he was talking to, but I was sure they were security personnel.
I had told them to wait at the hospital reception for him. He wanted to have a private conversation with me about the text message I sent, how la
