“I have decided to take up the offer,” Emily told Olivia, taking a seat on the bed in her room. “It will do us both some good, I thought about it.”

Olivia stared from where she lay on her bed. “I am happy for you,” she said. “But don't act like you are doing me some favour. It is you who needs some help and money to survive, Emily.”

“Right,” Emily gave a nod. “How are you and what are you doing in bed by this time?”

“I don't have the morning shift, old lady,” Olivia replied. She sat up on the bed and heaved a sigh, yawning. “My shift...