Lila's POV
It’s been two days since I met that weird guy at the elevator. I wanted to tell Brian about it when he came to my room that night, but I eventually decided against it.
He probably didn’t mean it in a bad way, and since he was Dominic’s guest, I didn’t want to cause a fuss thereby leading to me disrespecting his guest.
Maybe he just had a weird way of consoling people. That’s what happens when you’ve gone through a lot of traumatic s**t—you become weird.
Brian told me that their hospital was government-accredited and he could fix me a job there.
I decided to send a letter to my boss at my original place of work, that I would not be coming in for a while, even though I knew he might end up telling me I’d be fired if I didn’t show up.
But I wished I had better choices t
