STEVE POV
Lila’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. The smugness she had been wearing seconds ago turned into a stuttering mess. She reflexively reached behind her, trying to push the phone deeper under the heavy hospital pillow. I watched her hand move, the desperation in her movements making it clear she had something to hide.
Petty fool, I thought. She really believed she was a master of disguise.
"Let’s skip the phone for now," I said, my voice cutting through her shuffling. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "So, let’s talk about the main event. How exactly did Mark stab you? I want the details. Every single one."
Lila didn’t look at me. Instead, she turned her head toward Victor, her lip trembling in a way that looked practiced. "Babe, why is he in
