Odette's POV:
The moment he left the room and I heard the door click shut, I didn't move. Not for a whole minute. Or maybe ten. Or even an hour. Who knows. Time is a joke in this place.
Then, as if my brain finally caught up to the fact that I was alone, I sprang up with my eyes wide open. My body reacted before my mind did, like I'd been holding my breath this entire time.
I sat back on the bed, palms pressing down on the sheets without thinking, the fabric rough against my freshly treated hands. My bandages felt like little weights, and I hated that they reminded me of him.
"Why did he sound like that?" The words just slipped out of my mouth, quiet at first, then louder. My own voice echoed off the walls. Empty room. No one to answer. Typical.
