What Happened To Mr. Hernandez?-3

Her heart raced with anticipation, her mind racing with the possibility of being discovered.

"No I mean you," Kendall repeated, her voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity.

"You were the one they questioned the other time, weren't you?" Madelyn's eyes remained fixed on the ground, her silence betraying her guilt.

Kendall took a step closer, her voice softening. "How is he? Is he okay? Please, tell me the truth."

Madelyn's gaze flickered upward, her eyes locking onto Kendall's for a brief moment before darting back down.

As soon as Kendall's questions ceased, Madelyn's heart rate slowed, and her tense posture relaxed ever so slightly.

She nodded silently, her eyes still fixed on the ground, avoiding any potential recognition.

Her mind raced with questions: What was Kendall doing here? How was she connected to the patient? But she didn't dare ask, fearing her voice would betray her identity.