We walked in silence and the words of Mrs. Synclair kept ringing in my head. And also I remembered what she told me way back in the car about him and Cathy.
My heart raced as Jordan guided me to a secluded area of the hospital, away from prying eyes and curious ears.
The sterile smell of disinfectant surrounded us, intensifying my unease.
Despite the nagging feeling that something wasn't right, gratitude for Jordan's role in saving my mother compelled me to follow.
In the quiet corner, I finally mustered the courage to question Jordan's motives.
"What do you want, Jordan? Why bring me here?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
I stood in the sterile hallway of the hospital, my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring daggers at Jordan as he approached. His confident stride matched the arrogance in his eyes, and I felt my anger boil beneath the surface.
This had been a fucking mistake. How could you’ve been so stupid, Kyra?