Alicia's POV
After gagging at the sink for a long moment and feeling nothing come up, I washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and decided to stay there until I felt steady again.
When I finally stepped out, I almost ran straight into Lilian at the bathroom door.
"Alicia," she said with that sweet, calculated smile. "So you've come to the hospital. Why hide in here?"
I didn't reply immediately.
"Of course," I said finally, my tone sharp. "I wanted to give you some face. I didn't want to watch Uncle Steve and Nana kick you out of the room. I figured you'd have nowhere to hide."
Her smile faltered for a heartbeat. I smirked, watching her struggle to maintain composure, then walked past without another word. I'd already heard how indifferent Nana had been to her visit—there was no approval here.
"Alicia Sinclair," Lilian called, her voice sharp now. "Why rush off? I have something to say."
