CHAPTER 117: In Due Time
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my ears. I reread George's message, each word a searing brand on my soul. He knew. There was no other explanation. He knew about Ava, about the fact that I'd been pretending to be who I was not.
As if sensing my rising panic, another message from George popped up on the screen. This time, it was a single, cryptic line: "Dress nicely." A shiver ran down my spine. What was he planning? Was he going to expose the truth? The very thought sent a wave of nausea washing over me.
"Julian," I forced myself to say, my voice tight with barely concealed fear. "We need to make a stop before the hospital."
Julian glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed in concern. "Of course, Ms. Moore. Where would you like me to take you?"