Chapter 92: Benefited

I lay in the bed motionless, long after Lucas left the room. I was trying to absorb everything that happened and was failing miserably. However, almost like an answer to my silent prayers, Bridgit soon came to my rescue.

She entered with a worried and excited expression on her face while carrying a tray filled with food. I watched as she came to sit next to me on the bed, putting the food in my lap.

"What happened?" She whispered, almost too softly for me to hear.

I stared at her for a minute, trying to recall what exactly had happened. "I-I was looking for it..." I trailed off in a whisper to match Brigit's. "And I heard him coming home. I-I panicked." I looked at Brigit with worried eyes. "He thinks I'm sick. He told me to stay here until I get better. What am I supposed to do? I can't be around him that much! I-I just can't." My whisper was growing into a squeal of panic that was hard to mask.

Brigit took my hand and lightly squeezed it. "Don't you see, Carrie? This is your chance