Chapter 4

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed.

Alexander and Evelyn walked in side by side, looking every bit the picture-perfect couple.

"Eve, you're awake?" Evelyn's face was arranged in just the right blend of worry and remorse.

"I made you some chicken soup. Here, drink it while it's hot."

She held out the thermos. I caught sight of thick chunks of ginger floating inside, and my stomach lurched.

"I don't want it." My voice was flat.

"Don't be difficult, Eve. Evelyn made this herself. Drink it." Alexander's brow furrowed, and his voice left no room…