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I was discharged from the hospital the following day.
Lucas assured me that everything would be alright. He promised I wouldn’t die and he would find a way to save me. He also prescribed some medication to help restore my strength and promised to check on me regularly. He said I just needed a proper rest.
Possibly I’d misjudged him. He was a genuinely good person, and I suspected Grandma liked him too, especially because he’d saved my life. In fact, she’d invited him to dinner on Sunday.
I called the owner of the perfume shop and explained that I was dealing with a medical emergency. I also sent her a doctor’s report as proof. Thankfully, she was understanding enough to grant me two weeks off work.
It was Thursday afternoon, and I was sitting in the living room, engrossed in one
