“Told me what?”
Arnold glanced toward the nurses’ station. Two women suddenly became very interested in their screens.
I tightened my grip on the lunch bag.
“He hasn’t told you anything, has he?”
“Arnold.”
He swallowed.
“He’s leaving, Chelsea.”
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
“Leaving who?”
His expression changed instantly.
“He’s leaving, Chelsea.”
“No. Chelsea, no. I meant the hospital.”
Relief hit me so hard I had to grab the counter.
But then confusion followed.
