Scarlett’s Point of View
“Why aren't the police here yet?” I broke the deafening silence between Asher and me. Little Asherly and Lina went back home; small children weren't really allowed to be at the hospital for long, and I honestly didn't want her to stay here; she might catch an infection or something even worse.
This leaves Asher and me in the same room. He was busy with his work on his laptop while I lay on the bed facing the ceiling. I couldn't understand why I didn't recover when I was in a coma for two months. I should have recovered a long time ago, but I guess it is what it is. I'm stuck in this ward with Asher of all people, while these white walls stare at me, mocking me with each passing second.
“Do you want to go to jail?” His eyebrows pulled together, confusion etching
