#Chapter 233: Tip of the Iceberg

Ava The days following Chris’s return were a nonstop flurry of activity. Patrick continued his surveillance of Elise, reporting back to us every morning. The pattern was always the same: late at night, Elise would slip out and head to the clinic, where she would stay for anywhere between fifteen minutes and half an hour before she would return to her cottage. What she did at the clinic, especially so late at night, we still didn’t know. Patrick didn’t have a way of getting inside, and it was too risky for him to try breaking in. With so much happening at the same time—Olivia, Winston, the blight, and now Elise—we couldn’t take any chances at throwing a wrench into our work. “Maybe she’s just having some health trouble,” Chris suggested one morning over coffee. “Could be getting medication and doesn’t want anyone else to know.” I shook my head, having a hard time believing that. “Every night, though? And why all the secrecy?” I asked. Chris sighed. “You’re