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Chapter Eighty-Seven

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“The wounds are healing nicely,” the kind nurse poking my thigh nods her head at my progress. It has been a week since Aren kidnaps me, stabs me, and shoots Nathaniel. Some days it feels like a nightmare, and other days it’s too real to cast aside.

“Can I start bathing without covering them?”

“I would advise you hold off on that enticing thought for another week. I want to watch it till then, so you’ll have to clean this area after you bathe.” She pulls off her gloves with a smile and tosses them in the bin. “One more week, and all of this will be over.”

I smile back politely, tugging my skirt down to cover my thighs. “Thank you.” That’s the best I can manage for now.

Marcos stands when the nurse draws back the curtains, handing me a cup of coffee and a doughnut.

“I know you didn’t have breakfast this morning.”

I nod, stuffing my face with the doughnut, knowing I’ll likely not eat anything else until night falls or I’m forced to leave the hospital by nurses who need to cl
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