ELEANOR
I held my breath as the phone rang, gripping it tighter with each second.
When the nurse finally answered, my heart skipped a beat.
“Hello?” she said, her tone professional but slightly tired.
“Hello,” I replied, my voice shaky. “Am I speaking with Miss Annabelle?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Who am I speaking with?”
I felt a rush of excitement and relief, almost stumbling over my words. “I’m... I’m a sister to one of the patients under your care.”
There was a brief pause on the other end. “I have a lot of patients, dear,” she said. “You’ll need to be more specific. Can you tell me a bit more about which patient you’re referring to?”
My heart sank. How could she not remember? I hadn’t thought about how to describe myself or my sister in any other way.
I searched my mind, desp
