Chapter 47 Pills And Promises

• I sit cross-legged on the neatly made bed, wrapped in a fuzzy black blanket and snuggled into a knitted lavender sweater. A soft sigh escapes me as I hold out my hand for Efrem, accepting the pills he’s given me every six hours, on the dot, for the past week.
• Despite his phone ringing incessantly, he hasn’t left my bedside since he saved me from my captors. I can’t help but wonder if this is what his typical workday has always been like.
• He’s a very busy man...