Damn it!
Heather Lennox cursed silently in her mind, feeling frustrated and trapped.
Vincent Steele had contacted her and had left her with no choice but to help him, even though she knew it could jeopardize her job at the Windhelm Memorial Hospital.
The woman in her early forties had already expressed her concerns about the potential consequences, but he didn't seem to care. Now, as she prepared to enter the building, she couldn't shake off the unease and the weight of the risks she was taking.
If she was not in debt to that man, she wouldn't have willingly taken on this burden. The weight of the obligation she felt was heavy on her shoulders, and it seemed to grow with each passing day.
