During the exam, Olivia smiled more freely, even laughed once when the baby sneezed. Yet whenever Elise mentioned paperwork or follow-ups, her gaze darted away, as though certain words could summon ghosts. “How’s home?” Elise asked casually, listening for hesitation.
“Better,” Olivia said after a pause. “Mom moved me into the guesthouse. It’s quiet there.” Her voice was steady, but Elise caught a flicker of relief. Elise jotted down notes and tried not to press. “And Daniel?” she asked lightly. Olivia hesitated. “He visits when he can.” The phrasing was careful, deliberate. A practiced balance between truth and protection.