Revenge? (RP)

Her sob turned a startled gasp. She would have recognized her mother's in law voice, even at her current state, which meant there was another woman in their apartment, and something told her she wasn't there out of pure concern for David's health

"… who’s there with you?" he was swaying. Dizzy. Maybe it was just the fever, but it could be something else too. Like losing a whole lot of blood...

"- put her on the phone," she was panicking now "Please!"

She wanted to believe everything was fine. That it was nothing but a kind neighbour checking up on David. But the icy tone made her skin crawl... and how would Mrs. Spunklecleif even know David was bedridden?

"How… how is David?" her voice trembled. She didnt want her to know she has been crying. Is crying. But it was impossible to hide, as another sob followed the question.

She forced herself to breath, trying to steady her voice

"What do you want?"

Maybe she was just being paranoid. Everything lately had been spiraling out of control, and it was easier to assume the worst. Maybe Mrs. Spunklecleif was nothing more than a nosy old neighbor trying to help.

Was it really so odd to expect kindness out of total strangers?

She couldn't explain to herself why she was so worried. All she could do was talk with her some more, to try to put her mind at ease:
"He does," she agreed with her when she said he needed rest "Are you… taking care of him?"