COLD FEET?

PARIS

My heart skipped a beat. Of course, Brad figured it out. He didn't ask me about Angel's identity but spoke about her in a way that showed he was sure of what he was saying.

"I think you should worry more about your health first," I told him. "If there's anything for us to talk about, we'll do it afterward. Goodnight."

I was about to hang up when he said, "Hold on, Paris. First of all, I want to thank you for bringing me to the hospital. You chose to save my life when you had the opportunity to be rid of me forever. I also want to thank you for unblocking my number. I really appreciate it.

I've spoken to the doctor and he said I will be discharged first thing in the morning. I will eat healthily and follow the doctor's directions. That is a promise.

I am strong enough to walk. Please let's meet tomorrow, I'm really anxious."

"Fine then, I'll call you in the evening," I replied before hanging up.

I sighed and threw my phone on my bed. I could not deny that I was very scared. If Br