ONE WEEK LATER.
The door unceremoniously opened, and Cassandra entered with a sweet smile on her lips. “I have good news for you, Heart,” she told me, unable to hide the excitement in her tone.
Cassandra had called me “Heart” ever since I woke up from the hospital. She based it on the shape of my face. Since I couldn't recall my real name, I temporarily accepted the name Heart.
“The doctor allowed you to be discharged today!” she added, skittering across the room and stopping just beside the bed.
“Thank God!” I mumbled under my breath. For the first time since I woke up in the hospital, I felt relieved. Slowly, a smile curled on my lips.
“I don't want to be a burden to you. You can just leave me here in the hospital, and I will find a way to survive and find a place to stay,” I told h
