Jasmine trudged behind her mom into the next cubicle. David was sitting up in bed, his mom next to him, a couple of pillows behind him, and his right arm in a velcro sling. Otherwise, he looked okay.
Her heart fluttered, and she grew mad at herself. How could she still feel attracted to David when she’d just found out he was Tony Landi, the guy who had betrayed her?
His mom stood as soon as she saw Jasmine’s mom.
“Hello, David,” Jasmine’s mom said. “How is he doing?” she asked David’s mom.
“He’s okay, thank God,” David’s mom replied as she came toward them. That was when she noticed Jasmine. “You must be Jasmine,” she said with a smile that was similar to David’s.
“Good evening, Mrs. Landi,” Jasmine responded.
“Oh, please, the Mrs. Landi is dead. Just call me Elisa.” She flashed anot
