IMOGEN'S POV
I called a cab and one stopped, the driver asking where I was headed. For a moment, I considered going back to the hospital, but the thought of facing everyone there made me pause. News of the fire would spread quickly, and I couldn't bear the thought of plastic sympathy from everyone, taking attention away from Mr. Rossi. I decided to go home instead.
I gave the driver my address and climbed in. The ride was a blur, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened. When we arrived, I paid the fare and stepped out.
As I entered the house, Maggie, the house caretaker, approached me. "Mistress Imogen, ow are things with Mr. Rossi?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "When I heard about his situation, my heart broke."
"When I left, he was still unconscious," I replied, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "I think I'll retire to bed now."
Maggie nodded. "No problem. Get some rest."
