Isabel didn’t expect to see Lena waiting for her at the front entrance.

The woman stood by the sleek black SUV, hands folded neatly in front of her, dressed in her usual all-black uniform, not a hair out of place. Even here, at the hospital, she looked like she belonged at a red-carpet gala or the head table of a war room.

“Miss Manor,” she said with a small nod. “Mr. Dun asked me to bring you home.”

Home.

That word didn’t feel like it fit yet, but Isabel was too ...