Blanche's POV
When I finally put all the pieces together and glanced up, I spotted Lucia making her way toward Vincent.
Before she left, Lucia turned back to me. "Blanche, I'm taking off now. Once you get everything sorted here, don't forget to swing by the hospital and see me."
I nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'll be there."
Lucia flashed me a tired smile. "Good. I'm heading out. Oh, and you better show up for New Year's Day."
I froze. The refusal was right there on my tongue, but I couldn't get the words out.
Lucia had bent over backward to help me—dragging herself out in the middle of the night, even changing clothes just for my sake.
Most people wouldn't have bothered showing up at all, especially this late.
I didn't refuse, but I didn't agree either.
Lucia didn't push. She just smiled, waved at the other two, and headed out of Amara's apartment.
