"What if she really won't talk to you? Maybe I should go apologize to her and explain things?"
Blake's face twisted with irritation. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
"Apologize to her? She doesn't deserve it."
"Don't worry about her. Every time after the drug trials and blood draws, she puts on this pathetic half-dead act. I'm sick of it."
"You're leaving the country in three days. If she doesn't bother us, even better. That way I can focus on spending time with you."
He snatched up his phone like a man possessed, jaw clenched, and blocked every single one of my contact methods.
For the next few days, he stayed glued to Agatha's side. He didn't think of me once.
It wasn't until the third night that he finally, almost as an afterthought, picked up his phone and pulled up my number.
Before he could even dial, a call came in from Nathan.
"Mr. Gilbert, you need to come to the hospital right away. Something might have happened to your wife."
"We've been standing guard outside the door for three days like you ordered. There hasn't been a single sound from inside the room, and the smell keeps getting worse."