PART 2: “YOU SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT… USING A PEN I OWNED.”
The first thing I asked for wasn’t water.
It wasn’t pain medication.
It wasn’t even my father.
It was my laptop.
The nurse blinked in surprise when I whispered it through cracked lips.
“You just woke up after three days, sweetheart.”
“I know,” I rasped. “Please.”
By then, the pain in my ribs felt secondary to the rage burning through me.
Because while my father believed I had been unconscious…
I had heard everything.
Every word.
Every calculation.
