When Natalie woke up, it was already the next day. She was no longer in the sterile, antiseptic-smelling hospital but in her bedroom at the Carter Estate.
Recalling the pair of polished leather shoes she had seen before passing out, she didn't feel relieved.
Instead, an unshakable sense of unease crept over her. If Ethan's attitude toward her had changed, it probably meant an even bigger trap was waiting for her to fall into.
She sat up and realized her shoulder wound had been rebandaged, and her clothes had been changed.
There was no longer the overwhelming scent of blood on her. Finally, she could breathe a little easier.
Just then, the bedroom door swung open, and Ethan walked in. Seeing her awake, he seemed slightly surprised.
The doctor had said her condition was serious, and sh
