Flowers and Threat

Abby sat upright in the hospital bed, her legs tucked beneath the thin white sheet, a book resting on her lap. She had been recovering faster than expected, her strength slowly returning with each passing day. Her body, though still sore, was healing, but her mind remained in turmoil. The whispers in her head never stopped, questions about Remo's loyalty, the truth behind Nicole's intentions, and the looming sense that her carefully constructed life was beginning to unravel.

The hospital room was quiet, and for a moment, Abby found solace in the silence. She flipped a page in her book, trying to distract herself from the spiraling thoughts that often consumed her, but they lurked in the corners of her mind, ever-present.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see one of the nurses standing there, a warm smile on her face and a bouquet of vibrant red roses cradled in her arms.