Before she could continue, a floorboard creaked outside.
Mara immediately stood and began adjusting the blanket.
The door opened.
David entered.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking her temperature,” Mara replied calmly.
“At this hour?”
“Her monitor showed an unusual reading.”
David looked at the equipment.
“Did the doctor say anything about that?”
“No. I was just checking.”
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He approached the bed.
“Thank you, Mara. I’ll take over.”
Mara gathered her supplies.
“Of course.”
She walked toward the door.
Just before leaving, she looked at me.
Her expression carried a message.
She wasn’t finished helping.
David waited until the door closed.
Then he turned toward me.
“You’re getting expensive, darling.”
He smiled.
“Do you know how much private nursing costs? And the specialists? The equipment?”
He picked up a glass of water.
“I’ve spent a fortune trying to save you.”
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I wanted to tell him that he had spent a fortune trying to kill me.
