Grace woke to the sound of rain pattering against the windows of the safe house. Her shoulder throbbed where Damien's bullet had torn through muscle and tendon, but the pain medication made everything feel distant and dreamlike. She turned her head slowly, expecting to find the room empty as it had been for the past three days.
Instead, she found Nurse Sarah sitting in the chair beside her bed, looking concerned and holding a clipboard.
"Grace, honey, how are you," Sarah said gently. She was the kind nurse who'd been checking on her.
" I'm getting better"
"That's good. Can we talk?" her expression was more serious than usual.
"What's wrong?" Grace asked, her voice still hoarse from sleep and medication.
"I've been observing some concerning behavior," Sarah said carefully. "Yesterday
