Cellie's POV
I left the hospital on a Thursday.
Not officially. Not with Alfonso's approval or Demetrio's knowledge or any of the other permissions that would have been required for an official departure. I left on a Thursday because Thursday was the day the night shift nurse had a longer handover and Sergio had stepped out to brief the day detail and the window was approximately eight minutes.
I had the duffel. I had the money Dominic had given me at West Garfield Park before everything fell apart. I had the Glock.
I did not have a plan beyond away and far and find somewhere to think where no one I loved was within range of the consequences of being near me.
Dominic's words had not left me. The rational part of me understood that he had been grieving and furious and looking for somewhere to put it. The other part, the part that had been carved by years of being told that my presence created problems for everyone around me, received his words differently.
