By noon, half the city had seen the clip. Lena crossed the clinic yard in the rain, carrying two boxes of medicine. A caption said she had stolen them while the river district waited for supplies. The video ended when she reached the gate.
Someone had printed her face and taped it to the clinic door. The night crew stopped using the front entrance. Lena stayed at her desk because she was afraid to walk past the people gathering outside.
Marek found her there with a coat over her uniform. He said he could help. She recognized him from the hearing about Ada's husband. "You know what people will say if they see us together," she said.
"They already have a story about you," he replied. "Let me find the rest of it."
He did not know whether the clip had been altered. He only knew it ended at the moment a question began. The clinic receptionist remembered a driver waiting beyond the gate. She had kept the longer recording on her phone because she filmed every delivery for the night supervisor. In it, Lena passed the boxes to the driver and went straight back inside. The driver was meant to take them to the emergency shelter.
The shelter had received neither box. That was a separate problem. A missing delivery still did not make Lena a thief.
The receptionist agreed to speak in her own name. So did the supervisor, who had signed for the boxes before Lena carried them out. Marek offered to stand with them when they met the people at the door. He told Lena what he had done years ago and why he no longer wanted to hide behind someone else's account.
At dusk, the receptionist played the full recording in the clinic lobby. She paused it only to identify the driver. The supervisor showed the delivery assignment. The noise outside faded as people began asking where the truck had gone.
Lena waited until the crowd had left before taking the paper from the door. The tape tore one corner of her photograph. She folded it into her pocket, then asked Marek if the driver would be found.
"I don't know," he said. "But now they have to look for him."
Across the street, a man under a dark umbrella made a call and stepped into a car. Marek knew the voice that answered when the man's window opened. It belonged to the broker who had paid him for Ada's form.