The sound of her feet was so loud on the pavement, as if to the rhythm of an angry heartbeat. Jessica stormed towards the hospital feet pounding the pavement with fierce determination, her anger simmering like a cauldron ready to spill over. Darkness was gathering around her, and so was a storm in her heart, for the night was beginning to fall, the shadows stretching long, like some macabre shroud cast over the city.
Her mind was filled with betrayal and vengeance as Jessica remembered Robert and the plan set into motion. "I must make sure Robert's drip is set for tonight while Emma is distracted with her vigil," she whispered. Her words were barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing.
As she opened the door to the ward, a slice of dim light cut out into the sterile hospital
