FALLON
I’m barely conscious when my father calls me about an hour later. I jolt at the sound of the phone, my head had been resting on the wall where I sit, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“Fallon,” my father says.
“What?” I groan in agony as the adrenaline wears off.
“They said her surgery was already paid for.” I sputter. “Payment was processed an hour after Dr. Stevens called you last night; I’m waiting for them to finish up.”
My brows furrow. No, that isn’t right, I haven’t left. My eyes flick to Leone, and he folds his arms across his chest. My grip on the gun tightens as I awkwardly try to hold the phone, and keep my aim directed on them.
“What do you mean it was already paid?” I ask. Leone clears his throat and my gaze snaps to him; he is the only person who knew I had take
