Emerald
I barely slept. The entire night, I lay on that stiff hospital mattress, staring up at the ceiling tiles and counting it. Every time I closed my eyes, the feeling of Marcus’s lips on mine came crawling back like rot. Like something foreign, slimy, and unwanted.
To calm the nausea, I tried to remember that he was not seeing me but Francesca who was his beloved. In my past life, I’d have clung to him and deepened the kiss but now, I wanted to wash my lips with bleach. Tasting bleach was better than tasting his lips.
My mind also wandered to the topic of Leonardo’s family owning this hospital. I already knew his family must be powerful for him to know Marcus and Francesca.
If Leonardo’s family was not wealthy and powerful, his grandfather would not be able to afford treatment in
