The urgency in her tone startled Elise. “Of course,” she said. “You have my word.” But even as she spoke, unease prickled down her spine. Whatever this letter meant, Olivia clearly didn’t want it seen.
That night, the nurses’ lounge buzzed with gossip. Marta leaned across the table, whispering, “That guy who dropped off the note? Handsome. Looked nervous, though, like a kid about to confess something.” Elise kept her face neutral, pretending to care less than she did.