Allison's POV
I was shuffling along the hospital's ground-floor garden path, the autumn sun warm enough to chase the chill from my concussion-addled bones.
Bella had one arm looped through mine, her hair tied up in a messy bun that screamed "I slept in my jeans to be here at 7 AM."
She'd shown up three days in a row.
First with a giant pizza (doctor's orders be damned), then my favorite chocolate chip cookies—the good kind with sea salt.
Today, it was flowers. The card even said "Stay Fierce" in gold.
As soon as I'd accidentally let slip that I was injured, Bella rushed over immediately.
Heidi's little road rage incident had made us both feel repulsed by blond women driving luxury SUVs.
And speaking of—there she was. Vanessa Blake, Heidi's right-hand lackey, leani
