CHAPTER SEVENTY- THREE: SMUG

NOVA POV

It’s been two days since my panic attack—or should I say fainting episode—and I feel very okay.

Left to me, there’s nothing keeping me in this hospital bed, but my overprotective boyfriend had instructed—no, threatened—the doctor to place me on bed rest till he’s sure I’m fully okay.

When he finally left to attend to a work emergency that his team apparently couldn’t handle well, I decided to buy myself some time off the bed.

The first ...