Frustration coursed through Tarek and he rose to his feet so quickly that his chair fell backwards. His nurse hurried to the balcony to check on him. He waved the man away with an impatient hand.
“I’ve got this,” he growled.
The nurse looked from him to the chair with an uncertain expression before he bowed and solemnly backed away. Tarek sighed as his irritation melted to remorse. The nurse was just doing what he had been ordered to do. It wasn’t the man’s fault that Tarek didn’t want him there.
He righted the chair before he moved to the banister, gripped the concrete railing, and stared blindly down at the gardens below. His memories of the attack two weeks ago were still unclear—except for one voice. Her voice. It played in his mind over and over and over.
HerA movement in the gard
