CELESTE'S POV
Four days after the fall, my palm began itching due to the stitch done on it and the doctor told me it was a good sign of healing. My ribs only ached when I turned too fast or laughed, which made me even more careful. As I was seated by the window in the suit, the phone by the bed rang twice which signified to me that it was the security calling from the lobby instead of those from the front desk.
"Mr. Chen is on his way up," the voice said. "He asked me to tell you he'll only need twenty minutes and he will be gone"
Twenty minutes, like he was scheduling a meeting instead of coming to see the woman he had carried out of a hedge four nights ago. Almost immediately I sat up properly in the chair, then adjusted the hotel robe given to me because in the hurry of things, my
