My eyes subconsciously dropped to her wrist.

Yes. She was the one. She had the company's special-edition wristwatch, the one I had cried and begged George for. Not black this time, but silver. A colour I didn’t even know existed in the brand.

“I’m the nurse in charge of your mother,” she continued sweetly.

I felt stabbed on the chest as I watched her. So she would smile at me and act sweet, then go behind my back with George to make a fool of me. I couldn’t even imagine all the bad things George must have fed her ears about me.

Yet she stood in front of me, smiling...