Then she headed to Jennifer’s office in the main building and let herself in. Resident Services was closed on Sundays, except for emergencies, so Jennifer had the day off. Summer knew she’d be okay with her taking a peek at those confidential resident notebooks—as long as ...
Summer asked, as she and Mia helped her to the chaise lounge. “I’m fine, dear,” Dorothy said, with a slight cough. “Really. Just a touch of an allergy, I think.” Summer turned to Mia, who was kneeling beside her, looking genuinely worried. “We need ...