Chapter 10 - The Woman in Blue Scrubs

Elena needed another night in the hospital. Her blood pressure had improved, and the ultrasound showed no new emergency, but she still got dizzy when she sat up too fast. I moved a chair beside her bed and told her I was staying.

At two in the morning, a woman in blue scrubs entered carrying a plastic medication tray.

“I'm here for the new orders,” she said.

Elena opened her eyes. “What orders?”

The woman smiled without looking at her. “Doctor's instructions.”

I reached for the call button. There was no name badge on her chest.

“Which doctor?” I asked.

She moved the tray to the bedside table. Under it was a plain brown envelope.

Elena saw it at the same time I did. Her hand closed around mine.

“Call security,” she said.

The woman's smile disappeared. She reached for the clear sleeve holding the photograph from Dad's envelope. I caught her wrist before she could touch it. The tray crashed to the floor, scattering wrapped syringes and alcohol swabs.

She twisted free and bolted. I followed into the corridor, shouting for help. A nurse intercepted her at the elevator; two security officers blocked the other end. The woman tried to claim she'd come to visit a relative, but the medication cart she'd borrowed had been reported missing from another unit.

Park arrived before dawn. The intruder's name was Dana Vale, and she had worked for Harbor Light Care until the previous month. In her pocket was a printed photograph of Elena's room number, along with a message from a prepaid phone: BRING THE CARD. NO MISTAKES.

The actual memory card was already at the evidence lab. Dana had been sent after something she couldn't obtain.

When Park left, I sat beside Elena and confessed the worst part of my day: the missed call, the text, the moment I had told her to ask Alma for help.

“I trusted her because I was taught to,” I said. “I kept making you pay for that.”

Elena held my gaze. “I love you, Noah. But loving me means believing me before there's a police report.”

I nodded, knowing an apology was only the beginning.

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Then her phone buzzed. One new voicemail had arrived from Ruth Weller.

“Elena,” Ruth whispered, sounding out of breath, “the fire wasn't the beginning. Ask Noah what happened to the children on the third floor.”