“Hello?”
“She’s awake.”
My hand froze in the midst of filling in a set of documents, my pen nearly smearing in the process. She woke up? For some reason that had been the last thing that I had expected to hear when I had answered the phone. I had been back here for two days, and I had barely been able to get any of the things done that I had allowed to pile up in my absence.
“And? How’s she doing?”
“I’m not sure if she’s realised it yet, but she looks worse. Like she needs to be hospitalised.”
I put the pen down this time, leaning backwards in my chair, forcing myself to channel all of my focus, all of my attention, into the phone call. I knew that if I didn’t give Aurora my undivided attention, then the chances that some valuable information went unnoticed by
