Rosina’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as she watched Charles rush into the hospital. She had been tailing him since he arrived in Los Angeles. She was already at the airport, waiting to see him go through the same pain he had made her endure. She saw him the second he landed, looking pale, shaking, his eyes darting like a man being hunted. Security guided him through, but he barely slowed down, bolting for the exit with his phone pressed to his ear.She followed him to his first stop, at some building downtown. From a distance, through the glass doors, she saw the desperation clearly. He paced relentlessly, dragging his hands through his hair, snapping at whoever he was speaking to. And she enjoyed every second of it.Now, at the hospital...he didn’t even walk, he ran through the revolving doors without hesitation.. Rosina exhaled slowly as she reached into the passenger seat, She pulled out the wig she had tossed there that morning, and yanked it on, tucking her real hair un
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