I had been in so much pain that I was losing track of the days. Occasionally, I would hear my door open when someone checked on me, but I never turned to see who it was. I kept facing the open window, enjoying the cool breeze that drifted over me.
At one point, I woke up to find cold packs arranged all around my body, obviously an attempt to lower my temperature, though I wasn’t sure how effective it was.
There were always voices coming from the other room, but I could never identify who they belonged to. Sometimes I heard a couple of men talking, and other times, I recognized Azalea's voice among them.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness, so I had no idea who was coming and going from the house. I hadn’t seen Giselle since Holden caught her here, and I didn't know what happened
