Ísis shifted in her chair, slipping off her shoes and resting her feet on the rug.

“It was quiet,” she said, exhaling. “I got paid well. I’ll be able to pay off a debt, which is a bit of a relief. I was hired for a charity event… fundraising to build a children’s hospital for kids with leukemia.”

Olívia’s spoon stopped halfway to her mouth.

She blinked.

“Leukemia?” she repeated carefully. “How did you handle it?”

“Yeah…” Ísis smiled faintly, but something deeper lingered in her eyes. “It hit ha