Several more days passed.
By then, my condition had improved enough that staying put no longer made sense. I packed up and moved to a fairly large hospital in the capital—one with proper facilities and fewer prying eyes.
I couldn't keep imposing on Anna's room forever.
More importantly, rumors had already begun to circulate. Whispers about what kind of relationship Anna and I supposedly had.
Anna herself didn't seem particularly bothered by it. If anything, she treated it like an amusing misunderstanding.
But I wasn't as carefree.
Unnecessary gossip had a way of spiraling out of control, especially when people were already looking for someone to blame. I had no intention of adding fuel to the fire.
So before those vague suspicions turned into something uglier, I moved out.
That—and Signut's increasingly strange gaze had become far too heavy to endure.
Every time our eyes met, it felt like he was trying to dissect me down to my bones.
No thank you.
