12
“I’m going!”
“You’re staying in bed!”
I scowled at Greyson who blocked my path. It was the night of the duet, and even though I wasn’t looking forward to making an embarrassing spectacle of myself, I did give my word to Frankie and Mark.
“They’ll understand why you have to back out,” Greyson said. “Please go back to bed. One day is all I ask. You were just released from the hospital this morning. Then the police questioned you for the rest of the morning. It’s too much. You need rest.”
“And then I relaxed in bed for the rest of the day. I’ve had plenty of rest.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re still on pain meds. You’ll end up hurting yourself if you go out.”
“I can’t sit here all day. I’ll go for the duet and then come right back.”
“No,” he said, turning me toward the b
