Chapter 88

Doris Wyatt lay on her bed. She had just been given her last dose of medicine for the day and it was not dark outside yet. To that effect, she sat up on her large bed, courtesy of the hospital, and leaned her back against the headboard. She kept her eyes fixed on the long and short hands of the antique clock in front of her, watching the hands rotate around all the numbers. She noticed the thinnest of the hands moved faster, while the other two barely moved at all.

It was the subtle push of her door that stole her attention from the clock in front of her. She tilted her head to the side slowly, her eyes caught sight of a masculine shadow cast on the floor, tall and broad.

Doris's eyes widened as she leaned out of her bed. She could not bring herself to turn her neck any further, the nurses had asked her to stay in one position and call them if she needed to move for any reason. So, she could not see who it was that stood by the side of her door, but from the silhoue