William hesitated for a second, then pulled the small card from his pocket like it was cursed. He placed it carefully on Travis Blake’s desk, right beside the steaming pot of soup.

Travis glanced at the card. His brow twitched.

“What’s this?”

William braced himself. “She... told me to give it to you in case you needed anything… after drinking the soup.”

Travis stared at him, unmoving. “Needed anything?”

William nodded stiffly. “She said... this is part of her ...