When I opened my eyes, Brandon was sitting beside my hospital bed.He was still in his engagement-party suit.His shirt was wrinkled, his eyes bloodshot, and one hand was wrapped in gauze.The second he saw me awake, some of the tension left his shoulders.But he didn't hug me.He just leaned over, touched my forehead, asked grimly."Scared now?"The oxygen mask dug into my cheeks.I barely managed to speak. "Where's my EpiPen?""The police took it as evidence.""Why did you take it from me?"Brandon stared at me.The fear in his eyes faded, replaced by that same old disappointment."Willa, I have questions for you too."My chest tightened.He went on, "Why does every test end with you in the hospital?"You know you're allergic to peanuts. Why didn't you check the ingredients?"And when you couldn't breathe, what did you do besides beg me for your EpiPen?"There was a phone in the lounge. An emergency button on the wall. A window facing the hotel atrium."So many way
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