Chapter 28
Two pillows in the hospital bed propped up Bruce when Trudy entered his room carrying a pot of purple pansies. He smiled. His ruddy complexion had returned after having been saved from the brink of death only a day before.
“I see you’re alone,” he said.
Trudy smiled thinly, her smooth, pale cheeks flushed with a faint, reddish tinge. Without responding, she placed the pot of flowers on the nightstand next to his bed.
After sitting in the chair beside him, Trudy looked around the room, studying it. “Nice digs. Love what you’ve done with the place.”
Bruce chuckled. “Yeah. Kinda nice for the state cops to spring for a private room, don’t you think?”
She smirked. “Yeah.” Her pale eyes suddenly misted over. “I don’t know what to do.” She looked away. A single tear ran down her
