"Ms. VanBurren, I have a meeting set for this evening with the chief of police in Paris." Dominico's voice came through the speaker of my tablet. "He'll come visit you at hospital."
"Oh good, I was hoping I wouldn't have to move." My body was in no condition to do so. I basically had to be carried to the bathroom every time I needed to use it as it was. "What time?"
"Five."
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, seeing the time marked as three in the afternoon. Two hours would be more than enough time considering I literally had nowhere to go.
"Perfect. Thank you, Dominico." My thumb hovered over the end call button, ready to get off the line, but something nagging compelled me to ask him about himself. "How are you doing?"
"Miss…?"
"With therapy. How are you doing?"
