"Jor-Jordan," Samantha stuttered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and urgency. She attempted to rise from the bed, her heart pounding like a drum, ready to escape the room. But before she could make her move, Stephanie's firm grip on her hand stopped her in her tracks, preventing her from leaving.
"Stephanie, why are you holding me back? Did you take Jordan to the hospital?" Samantha's words spilled out in a rush, her anxiety palpable. She watched Stephanie with wide eyes, noticing how she fluttered her lashes, perhaps convinced by the genuine concern that laced Samantha's voice.
Thank goodness, she thought, relief washing over her as she scrambled to come up with a plausible explanation before Stephanie's suspicions could take root.
