Carelessness
Daphne’s POV
I sat in the break room, trembling, my hands clasped so tight my knuckles turned white. Penelope’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drumbeat: Sara was dead. An investigation was underway. Not just Sara, but the Wellington heir too. Gone, snuffed out before he’d even had a chance to breathe. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. She had been fine when I left her last night, smiling, joking, her vitals steady as a rock. I had followed every prescription, double-checked every dosage, recorded everything in her chart before clocking out. I had been meticulous, hadn’t I?
No, I told myself, replaying every moment in my head. This wasn’t my fault. It couldn’t be.
The room buzzed faintly with chatter, but I barely noticed until Zachary slid into the chair beside
