(Ridge)
Mira left with my parents. The door closed behind them.
I leaned back against the pillow. Tried to get comfortable. My side hurt less today but still ached.
The door opened again.
I looked up. Expected to see Mira.
It wasn't Mira.
Vanessa walked in. Carrying a bag of food.
"Hey, Ridge," she said. Smiled like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't shown up at The Spoke before causing problems.
I stared at her. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you. You're hurt."
"How did you even know I was here?"
"I saw you being brought in. You were bleeding. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Get out."
She set the bag on the table next to my bed. "I brought you food. From that Italian place you like."
"I said get out."
"Ridge, come on. I just want to talk."
