WRITER'S POV
“Hello, Miss Gunners. We meet again.”
Tiffany was seated on her bed in the hospital room reading a book when the door opened and a woman entered.
She looked up. It was the woman that had warned her to stay away from Roland.
“You don't look very pleased to see me,” Connie said as she placed the flower basket she had brought along with her on the bed.
“This is to wish you quick recovery,” she added pointing to the basket.
“Here to warn me again?” Tiffany finally spoke.
“Wow!” Connie clapped sarcastically. “You are so tough and direct. But unfortunately I am not here to warn you this time, I am here to give you the latest information in addition to a piece of advice.”
“Which is?”
Connie brought out her phone and played a recording. Apparently she had made one while
