I cracked the door open and followed them.
In the stairwell at the end of the hall, Lena wrapped her arms around Barnaby's waist, leaning into him with practiced dependence.
"Barnaby, what if Caroline gets her memory back?"
"Will she blame me? After all, she's your girlfriend. What does that make me?"
Barnaby's gaze softened when he looked at Lena, his eyes full of tenderness. But the instant my name came up, a flash of irritation cut through.
"So what if she gets her memory back? She's been with me for five years. There's no way she'd have the guts to break up with me."
"Can't you see? She's completely devoted to me. She can't survive without me. Besides, she's an orphan with no family. If it weren't for me, she'd have died in that hellhole overseas."
"And she's so easy to handle. When the time comes, I'll just tell her I was joking. She won't say a word."
Lena's face bloomed into a satisfied smile.
"Barnaby, thank you."
Barnaby's hand slid under the hem of Lena's blouse.
"As long as you're happy, I'll do anything."
I couldn't watch another second. I turned and ran back to the hospital room like I was fleeing a fire.