I rushed through the hospital corridor, my heart pounding in my chest. The text from Beatrice's nurse had been brief but alarming: "Mrs. Dubois is asking for you."
Was she having a bad reaction to my medicine? Had something gone wrong? The thought made my stomach twist into knots.
When I reached the VIP wing, I slowed my pace, trying to collect myself. The last thing I needed was to look frantic in front of the Dubois family. I'd given Beatrice one of my most carefully formulated treatments—it shouldn't have caused any adverse effects. But still, doubt nagged at me.
As I approached her room, I heard laughter—not exactly what I expected if there was a medical emergency. I paused outside, catching snippets of conversation.
"...like a miracle, really," came Beatrice's voice, stronger than I'd heard it in years.
"All thanks to Caleb's connections," Fiona replied. "Without him, we'd never have gotten these powerful sleeping pills."
