And since Evelyn had moved in, so did Ramona. She had made it clear a few times already that she wouldn’t leave me and Raymond defenceless with that vulture.
I opened my mouth to reply, but another wave of nausea rolled through me. Stronger this time.
“Elena? You’ve gone quiet. What’s wrong?”
I barely managed to set the phone on speaker before I bolted for the nearest medical basin and vomited into it.
Ramona’s concerned voice continued from the desk, but I couldn’t form any words. I grabbed the phone and ended the call, braced both hands against the counter, and waited for the room to stop tilting.
When the worst subsided, I cleaned up, rinsed my mouth, and convinced myself it was a stomach virus. As a doctor I knew how quickly these things traveled through a hospital in December.
