Page 103 of Bitter Truths

I step into the hallway, and Mom’s voice fills the line immediately.

“Bianca, honey, where are you?”

“Hospital. With Winston.”

“Oh good. How’s he doing?” Her voice brightens with relief. “I was hoping to see you today. We haven’t spent any real time together since you’ve been back.”

Guilt twists in my stomach. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s been⁠—”

“Complicated. I understand.” Her tone softens. “But I was wondering if you’d like to go to the spa with me this weekend? Saturday morning? We could get massages, have lunch, and catch up properly.”

Saturday. My stomach drops as I realize Whitney will be back by then. Whatever happens between now and then, by Saturday everything will be different.

“That sounds perfect,” I hear myself saying.

“Wonderful. I’ll make appointments at that place in Westmont. The one with the mineral baths you used to love.”

We hang up, and I stare at my phone. Saturday feels like a lifetime away, but also like it’s rushing toward me too fast.

My phone buzzes again. Ezra this time.

Ezra

Winston update? Haven’t heard from you. Everyone’s worried.

I type back quickly.

Bianca

He’s awake and talking. Much better. Can I call you tomorrow on the emergency line? There’s a lot to catch you and Megan up on.

Ezra

Of course. Meg has ants in her pants already.

Bianca

lol you don’t say. I promise I will call tomorrow. It’s been crazy.

Ezra

Take care of yourself. We miss you.

Bianca

I miss you both so much. Everyone else too.

I slip back into the room to find Winston’s eyes drooping. The conversation has worn him out.

Clara has returned and is already adjusting his pillows.

“We’ll talk more later,” I tell him, leaning down to give him a gentle hug. “There’s more to discuss, but⁠—”

“But not today.” Winston catches my hand. “Just... be careful, sis. These people are dangerous.”

“I know.”

“And whatever you’re planning… because I can see those wheels turning… don’t do anything stupid.”