“Why not?”
He softened his voice.
“Your treatment schedule could be interrupted.”
I frowned.
“My treatment?”
He looked startled.
“I meant your wellness routine.”
I asked what he was talking about, but he avoided giving me a clear answer.
Then, one night, I woke and heard him speaking quietly on his phone near the bedroom window.
“Yes, I’m still following the instructions,” he whispered.
A pause.
“But she’s becoming suspicious.”
I remained still.
“I can’t make any more changes. She’s already having difficulties.”
My heart began pounding.
Then he said something that frightened me.
“We’re running out of time. If this continues, we could lose her.”
He listened for several seconds.
Finally, he whispered, “I know what happened to the others. I’m not letting that happen again.”
The others?
Who were they?
And why was Daniel discussing my condition with someone I had never met?
The following evening, I decided I needed answers before continuing the routine.
