Niamh hadn't expected to spend five days in the hospital.
The police had visited during that time, taking her statement and investigating the incident. Since the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center held only minors, and Niamh hadn't suffered any physical harm, all Dylan and his friends got was an extended stay.
Through it all, Jonathan never showed up.
She wasn't surprised—after all, when she'd miscarried before, Jonathan hadn't bothered to visit her then, either.
Not only had he stayed away, he'd gone off on a fishing trip with Marina.
Niamh blew on her mug of warm water, took a sip, and grimaced at the bitter taste.
Prescott, however, had dutifully delivered Jonathan's usual token of concern—
A bouquet of pink roses.
She'd received the same when she'd been hospitalized after her miscarriage. Back then, she hadn't even had the heart to throw them away.
"Lana, can you do me a favor?"
"Of course." Lana walked over.
"Could you toss these flowers in the trash for me?" Niamh handed her the roses without a second thought.
"I was waiting for you to ask!" Lana scooped up the bouquet and headed straight for the hallway.
She knew Niamh was allergic to pollen—but she also knew that Niamh had once been hopelessly in love with Jonathan. If it came from him, she would've treasured anything, no matter what it was.
With the flowers gone, the room felt fresher, the air easier to breathe.
But the peace didn't last.
Jonathan finally appeared—
And he brought Marina with him.
As they walked down the corridor, Marina caught sight of the pink roses stuffed in the trash can. The wrapping and the flowers made it obvious who had sent them.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: His Housewife Had Secret Identities