That night, I spent hours tossing and turning on my bed wondering what was going on in Anne’s pretty little head to secretly inform the kitchen staff about my allergy.

Why would she do that?

She’s my ex-husband’s mistress, or more accurately, a one-night fling. She lost her partnership with a cosmetics brand and Jessica claims it was my fault. If that were true, Anne had every reason to despise me and wish that I had never woken up from the hospital.

But why did her kindness from yesterday feel so real?

Whatever. I don’t want to think about that now. I need to focus on work.

Light slid through...