Regina Quinn's heels clicked sharply against the pristine floors of Zeden General Hospital, the rhythm loud and impatient.
Her perfectly styled hair didn't sway a strand out of place, and her tailored navy pantsuit was crisp despite the rush she had left her house in. But inside, her composure was beginning to crack.
She wasn't here for a check-up. And she definitely wasn't here to see Eliana Howells. No. She was here for answers.
The receptionist glanced up, offering the usual polite smile. "Good morning, ma'am. How may I help you?"
"I need to speak with your manager," Regina said, her voice cool and controlled but urgent beneath the surface. "It's regarding a private matter. Hospital security footage."
The receptionist blinked, clearly caught off guard. "One moment, ma'am. Let me check if the manager is available."
