Carmen’s heart pounded as she stood by Lucía’s bedside, torn between disbelief and intrigue. This was unlike anything she’d ever encountered in her nursing career. Could she trust this woman? Could she afford not to?
Taking a deep breath, Carmen nodded slightly. “Tell me what you need,” she whispered, her words laced with a mixture of caution and determination.
Lucía’s eyes sparkled with a sharp awareness that belied her frail condition. She knew time was a luxury she couldn’t afford to squander. “First,” she began, her voice a confident murmur, “I need a phone. Secure, untraceable. Can you get that for me?”
