Chapter 9 - The Notebook Under the Mattress
As soon as Whitfield exited the room, Willa locked the heavy oak door and hurried back to the side of the hospital bed.
She reached beneath the firm mattress, pulling out her worn spiral notebook to document the exact timing of Whitfield’s chemical adjustment.
Her hand paused mid-sentence as she noticed the corner of the mattress had been slightly displaced, as if someone else had searched the bed.
Panic flared in her chest, making her look around the clinical suite as though invisible eyes were watching her every single movement.
She opened the notebook to the latest page, realizing her secret notes detailing Whitfield’s drug administration schedule were slightly out of alignment.
Somebody had opened her journal while she was downstairs fetching fresh water from the ground-floor pantry.
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“They know,” she whispered to herself, pressing her palm against her mouth to stifle the rising tide of adrenaline and fear.
If Sterling or Crowley discovered her medical logs, her life and her mother’s care facility arrangement would be terminated before nightfall.
