Chapter 3

That day, I drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours.

The sharp smell of antiseptic hung in the air, and nearby, two men spoke in low voices.

A man snickered and said, "Look at your face. She really scared you, huh?"

The other man fired back, "Bullshit. You heard the doctor. She fainted from low blood sugar because of emotional distress and long-term malnutrition. That has nothing to do with me."

The first man let out a dramatic sigh. "Wow, Ryan. Saying something that cold without even flinching? Life must be pretty miserable for you."

Ryan…