“No.”
“Has he come to the hospital?”
“Not that I know of.”
The phone beneath the blanket vibrated.
The sound was soft.
But in the quiet room, it seemed enormous.
Diana’s gaze dropped toward Audrey’s lap.
Audrey stopped breathing.
Another vibration followed.
Diana took one step closer.
“What is that?”
Audrey moved her hand beneath the blanket.
“My monitor.”
“No.”
The word was gentle.
Certain.
Diana set the folded blanket on the chair.
“Audrey, what are you holding?”
Audrey met her eyes.
“I need you to step outside.”
Diana went still.
“What happened?”
“Please leave the room.”
“I can’t do that until I know you’re safe.”
“That’s exactly what someone dangerous would say.”
The words hung between them.
For the first time since Audrey had met her, Diana looked wounded.
Not offended.
Wounded.