Trusting her gut, Wiona turned down the invitation. “Sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I already made lunch plans with a friend.”
She really wasn’t making it up. She had set up a meeting with Molly at the café.
Conrad didn’t push for a different answer. He just nodded and walked away, leaving as quickly as he’d arrived. Korey hurried to follow him, throwing Wiona a few odd looks over his shoulder. The way he kept glancing back made her feel even more on edge.
Wiona wasted no time. She headed off in the other direction, pulled out her phone, and called Dr. Cano.
“Hello? Did anyone spot you?”
He sounded so miserable, like he was about to cry. “Ms. Morgan, thank God it’s you... No, no one’s found me, but honestly, my life here is hell. There’s nothing to do, not even a hint of fun. It’s even duller than living in the middle of nowhere. Can I please come home?”
Wiona breathed a little easier. “Do you want to end up in jail?”
That shut him down right away. “No,” he sniffled.
Things were tough for him, but at least he still had some freedom.
“Just don’t let anyone find you,” Wiona said. “Until everything is truly over, don’t think about coming back. I’ll reach out when it’s safe.”
She hung up and felt some tension slip away. Maybe Conrad’s weird attitude had nothing to do with her secret. Maybe she was just being paranoid. After all, he hadn’t really asked any questions before leaving.
Still, Wiona didn’t want to overstay her welcome at his hotel. She went upstairs, packed her things, and despite the front desk trying to convince her to stay, she checked out and caught a cab to the café.
But as soon as she pulled up outside, her phone rang. It was Conrad. He acted like he didn’t even notice she’d left the hotel.
“Ms. Morgan,” he said evenly, “Alice had a sudden outburst and climbed onto the roof. If you’re able, could you please come to Hawthorne Hall right away?”

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