As I drove, I spotted a clinic and made a split-second decision.
Yes. I was going to the hospital.
It was the only explanation that made sense. Mrs Bennett hadn’t come to check on me yesterday. She didn’t know if I had stayed in bed all day. I couldn’t lie well enough to cover all my tracks. But going to the hospital? That was believable.
So, that’s where I drove.
I parked the car just outside the hospital and walked in slowly, the morning air still clinging to me. The waiting room was quiet, just a few people here and there, flipping through magazines or scrolling on their phones.
I approached the reception. “Hi… I’d like to see a doctor. I haven’t been feeling well.”
“What symptoms are you experiencing?” the nurse asked politely.
“My head hurts, I feel dizzy, I think I have a feve
