— Yes? Are you feeling unwell? — she asked, ready to run for a doctor.

— No, — Lia whispered. — I need to ask you for something.

Maria stepped closer. Lia gripped her hand as firmly as her weakness allowed.

— Listen carefully. If you do everything I tell you… you will never have to work as a cleaner again. Ever.

Maria froze. Her eyes widened.

— What do I have to…?

Lia spoke softly but firmly. 😢😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

Lia dictated to her the address of the safe, the code, the list of documents, the lawyer’s name, and instructions on who to call and which recordings to take from the clinic’s surveillance archive.