Adrian
The moment I could walk without feeling like my stitches were pulling apart, I left my hospital room. Sitting around, waiting for answers, had never been my style. If I wanted to understand Evelyn’s true connection to Davis, I had to start digging. I was supposed to meet up with Susan last week, but I couldn’t due to my injury, so today I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I made my way to the hospital’s archives, it was one of the oldest hospitals in D.C. A place most doctors rarely had a reason to visit, so I took that as an opportunity. As someone who had spent years working in hospitals before I got mine, I knew how much information could be buried in patient records—names, dates, relationships no one thought twice about at the time. I sneaked in, making sure nobody
