Breathe, J. Breathe.
I flop backward on the bed and stare up at the white ceiling until I’m dizzy.
I’m overthinking this.
Even if I got Finn riled up—which is still debatable—he’s probably getting taken care of by a healthy girl who has no problem letting him bang her to within an inch of her life. Because at least she’d stillhaveher life at the end of it.
I groan.
This is totally unproductive.
Rolling over, I pull out the drawer in my nightstand, grab my grandmother’s “Book of Promises” from the depths, and open it to her favorite verse.
Psalm 46:10
Right in the center of the worn pages with all the beautiful highlights is a small plastic bag. I pop one of my experimental heart medications and knock it back with a gulp of water.
“Knock, knock,” a voice comes from the doorway.
I startle and push the pills back into my grandmother’s favorite book, slamming the drawer closed just as a familiar face pokes around the corner.
“Bailey?” My voice drips with shock. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi, J.” Bailey waves and smiles nervously.
I blink.
“I notice you haven’t been downstairs recently.” Bailey clasps her hands in front of her and then changes her mind and slips them into her pockets.
“I guess.”
“I know you miss your friend, but if it makes you feel any better, I asked around about her, and it turns out her husband is a super successful hedge fund manager for a private equity firm, and they’re happily married.” Her eyes dart to the side.
“Oh. That’s great.”
Bailey squirms, and I give her a strange look, still confused by her presence.
“Um, let me check your charts. Did Dr. Kenji come by?”
“Not today.”
“He mentioned wanting to check the batteries on your pacemaker. Lately, he seems very worried about you.”
“Everything is fine. I feel fine.”
“Yeah, these tests are good,” she says, glancing at the chart. “You’ll let me know if you need anything, right? I’m here for you.”
“Thanks.”
Bailey lingers around my bed, and when I don’t respond with anything more, she points to the door. “Well, I better finish my rounds.”
I frown as soon as she leaves. What was that about? Bailey and I barely spoke before I gave her the job of getting Kelly’s husband in the elevator. Is she lurking around in the hopes that I have more jobs for her to do?
So weird.
Shaking off the odd feeling, I approach my computer.
First, I check the encryption.
