Brooke hurried down the sterile hospital hallway, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. She was reluctant to come but there was no one else to turn to. Brandon was not taking her calls and they were fast running out of money. Lyse had always been quite easy to manipulate, all she needed was to show her the littlest concern and Lyse would be putty in her hands.
As she rounded a corner, she stopped short, her eyes widening in surprise. Standing near Lyse's room was Brandon on a phone call. She was stunned to see him there and she crept closer to him.
"Brandon?" she said, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of suspicion. "What are you doing here?"
Brandon turned, a forced smile spreading across his face. "Brooke," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "Fancy seeing you here."
Brooke narrowed her eyes, her suspicion growing. "I'm here to see Lyse," she said, her voice whiny. "What about you? Haven't you seen my calls?"
