RIVER
A soft knock at the door pulled me out of sleep, and I blinked groggily, realizing I had dozed off after Mrs. Wilson left. My head still felt heavy, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming, until the door creaked open and a nurse stepped inside.
“You have a visitor,” she said kindly. “They’re waiting for you in the garden.”
I sat up straighter, my brows furrowing. A visitor? Again? “Uh—okay,” I muttered, still trying to wake up.
She offered to walk me there, and I agreed, since I had no idea where the garden was. My thoughts ran as we walked through the quiet corridors.
Who could it be?
Mrs. Wilson had already come earlier. Could it be one of the doctors? "No," she said a visitor. My heart fluttered when the only other possibility surfaced--Lexi. But I had asked her not to
