One week later, Sutton was losing her damn mind.

“How are you doing today, Miss Warner?” the nurse chirped as she passed by.

“Still trapped in this hospital, no offense,” Sutton muttered with a smile that was at least 20% sincere. “But thank you for asking. Do we know when the doctor is likely to release me?”

The nurse chuckled. “Bedrest’s been lifted. That counts as parole. The doctor should be around at 11am or so.”

“No,” Sutton called after her softly. “Parole at ...