Before she blocked herpletely, however, she couldn''t resist a quick look at Sandra''s Facebook page.


    Thetest post was a photo of Sandra in a hospital bed, a weak smile on her face. Next to her, just in frame, was Lionel''s familiar shoulder.


    The caption read: Whenever I''m in danger, you always appear to save me.


    Hannah stared at the post, then deliberately hit the ''like'' button. On second thought, she decided not to block Sandra after all.


    She nced around the apartment. Since Quennel didn''t live here full-time, itcked a personal touch. After a bit of searching, she found a pair of men''s slippers by the front door. She took a selfie, making sure the slippers were visible in the corner of the shot. Then she took another photo of the medicine on her nightstand. It was a shame she hadn''t taken a picture of the soup earlier; that would have been perfect.


    She drafted a new post.


    "Copsed in the rain, but thankfully my big brother was there to rescue me. He even got me medicine and made me some amazing soup. Seriously, he''s the best cook!"


    Without a second thought, she posted it.


    Less than thirty secondster, Yves liked it.


    Yves: ?? Since when do you have a brother??


    Hannah: Quennel.


    Yves let out a sigh of relief.


    “Talk about misleading,” he muttered to himself before typing another message: How are you feeling? I''lle see you after work. Let me know if you want me to bring you anything to eat.


    Hannah: No need, Quennel has everything here. Don''t go out of your way, Mr. Lancaster.


    Yves frowned at the screen. Quennel has everything there?


    She''s... staying at Quennel''s ce?


    What was going on now?


    He typed a message, deleted it, then typed it again, repeating the process several times. Seeing the "typing..."


    indicator for so long ded to wate


    message Hannah


    back first.


    Hannah: I''ll be back at work tomorrow. To thank you for your concern, lunch is on me. How does that sound, Mr. Lancaster?


    Deal!


    His reply was instantaneous, followed by a few more concerned questions before he had to get back to his meeting.


    Opening Facebook again, Hannah saw that Quennel had also liked her post. Several friends and colleagues had leftments wishing her a speedy recovery.


    Who is this mystery man? Are we going to be hearing wedding bells soon?


    So curious! Can you give us a hint?


    Meanwhile, at the hospital, Lionel furiously redialed Hannah''s number only to find he''d been blocked.


    "Lionel, what''s wrong?" Sandra asked worriedly as he stormed back into the room.


    He looked at her, Hannah''s words reying in his mind.


    He handed the phone back to Sandra. "That case... who was it originally assigned to?"


    Sandra''s hand froze for a split


    second before she took the phone, her expression seamless. "I''m not sure They just said the originalwyer had found a better case and dropped it. The client was so distraught, so I took it on."


    She sighed dramatically, her fingers clutching the phone. "I knew I wasn''t experienced enough, but the poor man was practically crying at the firm, and no one else would take his case. So I stepped up. I never thought..."


    She trailed off, biting her lip and dabbing at her eyes. "I never should have been


    so reckless."