CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
There was a police officer outside Andi’s door in the Intensive Care Unit, waiting I suppose, for her to wake up enough so the authorities could conduct an interview. My eyes sparked gold, and I walked past him opening the door. He was never aware that I was even there.
A nurse inside the room was checking her stats and writing down information on a clipboard at the foot of the bed.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” she spoke in a surprised voice, her brow knitted in worry. “I was advised no visitors.”
She started walking toward the door, intent on calling the police officers’ attention to me.
I put my finger to my lips, motioning for her silence, and allowed my eyes to start sparking gold once more.
“Shh, you need to go check on things in another room,” I whispered, a
