ARTHUR
“Get the f**k out of my room.”
Rebecca scoffed. “You don’t mean th—”
“Get the hell out of my room, Rebecca!”
My voice echoed through the room, making her freeze. She stared at me for a second before turning and walking toward the door. Just as she reached it, she stopped with her hand on the frame and slowly looked back over her shoulder.
“That woman is playing you,” she said quietly. “How hard is it for you to see that?”
The muscles in my jaw tightened. She took one look at my face, raised both hands in surrender, and walked out without another word.
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the room silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside my bed. I closed my eyes and drew in a slow breath, forcing myself to settle down before I worked myself into an
