On the wall-mounted TV screen, the footage of Molina being escorted by the police played in an endless loop. Calista, stuffing cream puffs into her mouth, watched the scene over and over again without getting bored. Just as she was about to smirk, she heard footsteps approaching her room.
Calista quickly hid all traces of emotion, curling up under the blanket, pretending to be a fragile woman devastated by a miscarriage caused by the fire.
With a creak, the hospital room door swung open.
It was Ellet.
He was supposed to be out of state handling the fallout from the disastrous family banquet, but Molina's incident had forced him to cut his trip short and rush back. His face was lined with exhaustion and anxiety. He had initially planned to check on Molina, but after hearing about Calist
