CHAPTER 36: Questions at the Door
Elodie's POV
I sat in the hospital bed long after the morning light had settled across the floor, unable to shake Mrs. Alvarez’s words. Someone had come to the house asking about me while I was trapped here. And my daughter was only a few rooms away from that front door.
I tried to tell myself it could be harmless. Maybe someone from the ballet company checking on me, a reporter who had caught wind of the accident or a delivery person with the wrong address.
None of the explanations held. I had spent three years being extremely careful. Chloe’s existence stayed private for a reason but now someone was asking questions at the exact moment I could not protect her myself.
I picked up the phone and called Mrs. Alvarez again.
She answered on the second r
