Gill was sound asleep on the camp bed, wrapped up in a blanket, when she vaguely heard some rustling nearby.
She stirred, mumbling as she sat up. “Stupid rat, I'm gonna beat you to death!”
She opened her drowsy eyes—and froze. Yunice was standing nearby, boiling water.
Yunice pressed the button on the kettle, then turned slightly to examine the herbs in the apothecary cabinet. A slender, pale wrist slipped out from her sleeve and rested against the bronzed wood; the image looked like a painting.
“Ms. Saunders…” Gill thought she was dreaming.
Yunice turned around when she heard her. “Did I wake you?”
It really was Yunice! Gill nearly burst into tears. She shuffled off the camp bed in her slippers. “Ms. Saunders, where have you been the past few days? I’ve been going out of my mind!”
She’d known Yunice would definitely come back to the clinic, so she’d stayed here day and night, just to make sure she returned safe and sound.
Yunice answered calmly, “I went to Quinton to settle a favor.”
Gill pondered. Quinton?
“He asked me to keep his condition a secret, so I couldn’t contact you these past few days.”
Gill wanted to ask what sort of illness required that kind of secrecy, but Yunice had just said she had to keep it confidential—clearly, it wasn’t something she could share.
But at least Yunice was okay.
Thinking back on the chaos of the last three days, Gill blurted out, “The Saunders family and the Powell family have both been looking for you. I heard Elsie’s bones were set, and she was taken back to the Saunders house to recover. Paul still hasn’t gone to see her, and Owen totally blew up. Even Mr. Jordan called asking where you were…”
Yunice quietly sifted through the drawers of herbs, listening to Gill ramble on and on, without responding once.
It wasn’t until Gill finally stopped talking that Yunice spoke up, her voice low. “Gill, do you have any dreams? Studying, starting a business, getting married?”
Gill was stunned. Why is she suddenly asking about that?
Yunice set the drawer down and looked at Gill like she’d made up her mind. “Whatever you want to do, I’ll support you completely. Money, connections—I can get them for you.”
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