Half truths

The next day, Monique stood in the hospital corridor, having just spoken to the doctor about her daughter Sahara's condition.

As she turned away, she spotted Lydia approaching, carrying a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers.

After thanking the doctor, Monique's gaze snapped to Lydia. "What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded coldly.

"How's Sahara?" Lydia asked, concern etching her features.

"I asked you a damned question first," Monique shot back.

Lydia sighed, placing the bouquet on a nearby bench. "I'm sorry for coming here, but I'm desperate."

Monique sneered. "Desperate for what, exactly?"

"Who is Harriet?" Lydia asked, surprising Monique.

Monique felt her heart stutter, though she quickly masked her reaction. "Harriet? Who's that?"

"I don't know," Lydia admitted. "Her name came up in a conversation I had with Constance the other day."

Realization dawned on Monique's face. "What do you mean?"