(Eleanor's POV)
I closed the ward door behind us.
The sound was soft and final.
The doctor stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to face me.
I waited. My hands were shaking against my sides, but I kept my face still.
“Ms. Thornhill,” she began, and then hesitated.
Her eyes moved over my IV tape, to my bare feet. I knew how I must have looked to her, but all that didn't matter.
“We need to discuss Ms. Alexander’s condition.”
My stomach tightened and a lump formed in my throat.
I nodded anyway, like I was ready for whatever came next.
“She sustained significant trauma due to the gunshot,” the doctor continued carefully.
“As a result, she’s experiencing retrograde amnesia.”
The words didn’t make sense at first. I tried to put together what she was tryin
