With each passing second, her paranoia intensified. Every beep of the machines felt like a countdown to something inevitable. The more the staff exchanged glances, the more Jennifer convinced herself that they knew everything—about the recording, about her plan, about the strange conversation she had overheard.
It was only a matter of time before someone confronted her. The fear gnawed at her, unrelenting, as she lay in her hospital bed, helpless and alone, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake.