When I got to work this morning there was a red envelope left on top of the records for the patients due in today. It just had 'Alison' on it, and seeing as I was the one who opened up, I figured it was a joke from Frances. When I finally opened it out of curiousity around 9.15am, I realised I was wrong. I also realised that I was not over-analysing or over-reacting here either. Not if the following is anything to go by:

To Alison
With all my love, affection, devotion, hopes
and dreams. We'll have to go for that meal
sometime - let me know. [insert phone number here]

Shit. Shit. Shit.
What am supposed to do now?!