Irina's POV
"Do I really have to spell out how to keep my location under wraps?" I asked, dropping my gaze slightly. "Tilda's wellbeing takes priority."
Flynn saw how determined I was and had no option but to go along with it. Once he ended the call, he began reaching out to hospitals.
I propped my chin on my palm, deep in contemplation, my lashes casting shadows across my cheeks.
I had zero idea where Tilda had spent these years, what ordeals she'd endured, or what caused her severe condition. I'd need to get those answers directly from Tilda.
Thankfully, the Cross family didn't control every medical facility in Hillview, so I could head to Maplewood Town without concern.
Right after we wrapped up breakfast, Mack and Lauren appeared hauling several bags. They hovered by the entrance, shuffling nervously—looking exactly like humble, hard-working people from some remote area.
