Author’s POV
Lila had lost access thanks to that bastard nurse.
She knew it was risky following Emma and Richard to a public place; no wonder it’d been hard for her to sleep the night before. She had weighed it carefully—risk versus reward, one hundred thousand dollars versus the chance of being seen. In the end, greed had won. Now she had nothing: no job, no access, no inside information, and worst of all, no more money.
She took a straight bus to Eleanor’s apartment in the city, mind racing with excuses and explanations. When she arrived, Brittany opened the door before she could knock. She’d received her text a few minutes earlier.
“Explain,” Brittany said, stepping aside to let her in.
Lila stood in the middle of the living room, hands clasped in front of her apron like a schoolg
