Thirty-Nine.

(Alphonso’s POV)

There was something that didn't sit right with me about Lily's story.

Like if they were torturing her for information and she was strapped down, would they just hold her head and hands in place but not her feet?

I noticed that as she was wearing her heels, she insisted on very expensive clothing as ‘she didn't want to be seen in tatters.’

Most people put comfortability before style when leaving the hospital, but not Lily.

“Are you sure you can walk in heels?” I asked, concerned that she was still too weak to even stabilize herself and needed me to help her get out of bed.

She smiled and said, “I won't be walking much; I'll be wheeled to the doors of the hospital, and you can carry me to the car.”

I thought it was interesting that she would just assume I'd carry her to the car.

But a nurse walked in with a wheelchair.

“Mr. Gambino,” she smiled and gave me a nod.

“Hello?!” Lily called out passively, “maybe stop smiling at my husband and just get me out of this bed.”

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