Chapter 5 - THE PRIVATE NURSE AND THE HIDDEN RECORDER
Later that evening, a private nurse assigned by Logan’s management team entered the room to check my IV drips. Her name was Nurse Clara, a kind-faced woman whose eyes filled with genuine sorrow when she looked at my bandaged form. When Logan stepped out for a moment to take a phone call in the corridor, Clara gently touched my arm. “Maya? Can you hear me, honey?” she whispered softly.
Instead of remaining silent, I blinked my eyes open slightly beneath the gauze and squeezed her hand with a sharp, deliberate pressure. She gasped, stepping back. I used my dry, cracked lips to whisper a single phrase, keeping my voice low and frantic: “Please... help me. Don't tell him I'm awake. Bring me a burner phone... and a digital recorder.” Clara looked terrified, glancing at the door, but the profound injustice in her eyes mirrored my own. She nodded once, sealing a pact that would change everything.
