CORRIE

I sat on a bench just outside the hospital not beyond the fences, but far enough to feel removed from it. Patients wandered around the courtyard; some leaned on their loved ones, others moved alone, their steps slow and uncertain. And in a strange way, I fit right in.

The only difference was that I wasn’t dressed in a hospital gown. And Abel, along with the two guards Emmette had hired, stood at just the right distance, close enough to watch me, far enough not to make me look like some sheltered heiress under constant surveillance.

If I wasn’t careful, though, I might end up wearing one.

The doctor...