They refused to tell her anything about Erik or how he was doing. The guy she loved took a bullet for her and still managed to get them home, yet they wouldn’t tell her if he was even alive. After everything she’d done for them, their treatment of her was nothing short of appalling. She wasn’t a criminal and she’d helped them bring her father down. Her shoulder ached a little but nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Trying to contain her sob, she turned her head away from the door. She wouldn’t be getting visitors anytime soon. On her bedside unit lay a tray with a cheese and pickle sandwich, a small clear glass, a jug which held some water and a plastic cup containing three pills. Two pills for her pain relief and the third the morning after pill. The tablet that would prevent any children forming from her time spent with Erik on the island. In the time they’d been there, she’d come to see it as their island. The unfairness of her decision lay heavily on her. Her nurse had been very discrete when asking the more personal questions.
