He also apologized for being late . The homing device had sent a signal, but it had taken them five minutes to estimate my location .

The catch of the unrealistic story was that there was a high chance that I would suffer from frequent myocardial infarctions and seizures .

I wanted to thank him for taking such a big decision about my life without having my consent first .

I pressed that b.u.t.ton and said the pa.s.sword because I wanted to end my pain there . I didn't want the spill the mess I had made and carry it around like a badge of honor for the remainder of my life .

Nothing about the situation made me proud . I was ashamed of myself, of my weakness . I was ashamed that I let the betrayal get the better of me and make me say things that I would regret until my last breath .

I did not scream at him . I did not glare at him . I didn't even smile at him . I just stared at the ceiling for the longest time, until he sighed and left the room .

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I wish I could scream when they turned the lights off .

The pain killers had done nothing to make me drowsy . I began hyperventilating as the walls seemed to close in on me .

One week had gone by . I had found myself strapped to the bed, my body wrapped in bandages, and nurses frequenting my room to check my vitals . I cooperated and let them treat my body during the day . At nights, I glared at them and pleaded with my eyes to keep the lights on .

They never seemed to notice .

Claustrophobia gripped my throat .

It was a new development, and I was thrown off by it . I had never feared anything . It made me paranoid .

As usual, the door opened after a few hours of darkness . Instead of a nurse, someone else entered the room .

The light flicked on within a few moments . I saw a woman with blonde hair facing away from me . When she turned around, I was surprised .

Daisy looked tired, to put it mildly .

She smiled as she saw me . I, on the other hand, stared at her . She sat down on the stool beside my bed .

"You look like s.h.i.+t," she commented as she took my hand . I flinched, knowing that I didn't have to pretend that I was strong . "So . . . dislocated shoulders . . . shattered bones and torn ligaments . Have I got it right?" I gave her a small smile . "I . . . d.a.m.n," she swore .

For a few seconds, I just stared at her as she thought of something appropriate to say .

"I am sorry," she started . "I know that they can't get you to talk, and I am happy . I don't want you to talk to them . I did not let them listen to the recording . If you ever want to know what happened after you . . . blacked out, I can give it to you . " She gulped and then looked at our joined hands . "You don't want it; I know . But I just wanted you to know that you had that option . " . She had a small smile on her lips as she proceeded to explain .

"They didn't think you'd pull through, obviously . So, they asked me to write down the report on the case . Jacob Hunt led the team that rescued you . I think he already told you what he did . " She stopped again, trying to gauge my reaction . "While you were out, I cleared out all your records and made a new ident.i.ty for you . You can thank me for that when you are ready to speak to me . "

Those were the moments when you couldn't help but like the woman .

"I will get them," she promised .

"They did a little public funeral to make your death a bit more believable," she said out of the blue . "Sean was there . I spoke to him . He seemed guilty," she explained . I looked at her curiously, hoping she would figure out the questions running through my head .

"I was going to ask you if you want the money transferred to his account . Do you think it's wise to name him as the heir to your estates? You'll be left with nothing . " I sighed and then nodded . "Anthony could use the link to find you out . "

I gave her a pointed look .

"You might think that he will not want to, but . . . he was there, okay? At the funeral . " Who was there? "Anthony Murray . " He was? Why? "I don't know what he was doing there, but he was just sitting in the car, waiting for Sean . " She shrugged . I nodded .

Maybe he wanted to make sure I was dead .

Daisy didn't comment about anything else . She didn't tell me about what she heard . She didn't tell me that I was wrong in anything that I did or said . She heard everything, but she was the only one who never commented . She sat there with me all night long and sang random songs to me .