“Beckett — could you run down to the cafeteria and get me some shaved ice?

My throat is so dry, I can barely stand it.”

“Of course, darling.

Anything.” He kissed my cheek with the easy carelessness of a man certain his plan was perfect, and he walked out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And the second it did, I brought my hand down on the emergency call button and held it.

Chapter 9 — The Call Button

Nurse Ramirez came in fast, already reaching for my chart.