“There is a small cardboard box in my bedroom closet,” I said.

“It has my extra clothes and my winter sweaters.”

“My daily medicine is on the kitchen counter.”

“And there is a small metal tin on my nightstand.”

“Please bring that too.”

“It has my spare inhaler and some personal notebooks.”

“I will get everything,” Daniel said.

He turned to leave, but stopped at the door.

“Rest, Claire.”

“I will be back in an hour.”

“Thank you, Daniel,” I said.

He nodded once and closed the door behind him.

I lay back against the pillows, my heart beating a little faster.

I had told him about the metal tin because I needed my spare inhaler.

But my mind raced as I realized what else was in that apartment.

I had forgotten about the drawer in my nightstand.

I had forgotten about the old leather folder I kept hidden under my mattress.

The folder that contained my deepest secrets.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me.

The monitor beside the bed beeped in warning.