Chapter 92

Everett’s POV: I hadn’t taken my eyes off her once, watching as she pieced everything together in silence. When she finally sighed, something in my chest twisted tight, a flicker of panic rising. “Scarlett, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep this from you.” “When exactly did you install those cameras?” Her voice was steady but cool. “Everett, can you just tell the truth for once?” I looked down, dodging her eyes. “This morning.” She sifted through her thoughts, then said, “When we go to the hospital, Eleanor and I will go in for the checkup ourselves. You don’t need to tag along.” “I’ll just stay until your checkup is done. I need to make sure you’re okay before I go.” “No need. If you really care that much, use your time to find out who drugged me. I want to know who hates me this much—and why.” “I’ve already started looking. We should have someone soon—” My phone buzzed, cutting me off. I glanced at the screen. Bruce Carter. I picked it up. “You got ’em?” “Yeah. Amelia Martin.” My brow