A restless night.
A sharp pain pulsed from her ankle. As a warm touch enveloped it, Annabelle Linton's brow furrowed, and she woke up.
Through her blurry vision, she thought she saw… Leona Grant, massaging her foot?
The man wore a simple shirt, his gaze lowered and focused as he massaged her foot, his expression full of tenderness.
She paid no mind to her current predicament or how she had gotten here. All she remembered was fainting. She figured she must have been rescued.
'Ryan is getting sentenced tomorrow! I'm out of time!'
Annabelle Linton sat up, pulling her foot back as she prepared to get out of bed.
But a wave of dizziness washed over her, her vision blackening. She braced herself on the bed with both hands, nearly passing out again.
Leona Grant had been massaging her foot. She had sprained her ankle after falling in high heels yesterday, and it was now a swollen, red mess.
He had applied medicine last night, but with no obvious effect, he decided to try again.
