The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a soft glow. Carla was finally able to sit up, and her complexion had improved slightly. Just as I poured her a glass of water, the door opened, and two bodyguards stepped in."Donna Rossi, someone's lurking in the hallway, keeping an eye on us," one of them said.I set down the cup. "Bring her in."A moment later, Laura was escorted into the room. She wore a bright pink dress and carried herself like she was stepping onto a stage. As soon as she saw me, she put on a bright smile. "Oh, I was just in the area and thought I'd see how you're doing—"The bodyguard gripped her shoulder. "Hold still."Laura shifted slightly but didn't struggle. She dropped the act and tilted her head, lazily looking at us. "Fine, that day was my fault. I already said I was sorry."She cast a glance at Carla in the hospital bed, and a faint, smug smile played across her face."You nearly killed Carla," I said.Laura shrug
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