Deirdre had been stupid. All Brendan cared about was whether Charlene lived. Why would he give a damn about Deirdre’s innocence?

Three days passed. She never saw Brendan in her room. He even replaced Sam with a newly-hired nurse, who quickly took advantage of Deirdre’s blindness and how little anyone cared about her. She abused Deirdre—she would finish about half of the meal Deirdre was supposed to have before passing it back to the woman she was supposed to care for.

Deirdre hated it. She was not going to eat a stranger’s leftovers, so she pushed the bowl away.

“Whoa! Are you actually being picky about your food? Or do you just have a bone to pick with me, huh? You act like me eating your food is disgusting while looking like a disgusting freak yourself! God, can you get over yourself for a hot second? You’re a nobody without family or friends, b*tch. You should be grateful to even have a nurse helping you out!”

The nurse was enraged. Deirdre, unfortunately, became an easy target