initiative to take him outside for bathroom breaks, even chiding him when he growled at her, which confused him enough to go along with it. The second day, the boy delivered a new laptop loaded with every season of Forensic Files and another note. Tf you want to know how to kill someone and get GIG wh ct, you only need to ask. —Ronan The third day, the boy delivered Pacifica shampoo and body wash, and, of course, a note. Stop GSOULNG wh the nur Ses. —Ronan This time, I did roll my eyes. Not only was Ronan being informed by my doctors, it seemed my nurses were tattling on me to him too. I’d refused to bathe after having one of the staff read me the ingredients on the back of their shampoo. The bottle was practically stuffed with a tiny murdered animal. When I finally washed my hair with Pacifica, my heart trembled little beats of longing. The fourth day, the boy delivered two suitcases filled with clothes. Dresses, sweaters, underwear, shoes—it was practically an entire new wardrobe. There are three pairs of pants under all that yellow. —Ronan He wished. Though I was more than relieved to get out of my hospital gown. My wound had healed enough I could wear loose-fitting clothes without worry