Nora's POV
"Hello," I announce as I push through the emergency room entrance. "I need to see Vivien Westwood." I pause, mentally correcting myself. "Antonia Westwood. Vivien is her nickname."
The receptionist taps away at her keyboard, barely glancing up. "What's your relationship to the patient?"
The only person whose contact information you managed to locate.
"Nora Sutton," I reply instead.
"Are you related to Miss Westwood?"
"No, but I'm—"
"I'm afraid only immediate family members are permitted in the emergency department," she interrupts, adjusting her glasses with practiced indifference.
"Listen, someone called me because—"
"Nora." James steps forward, positioning himself directly in front of the desk. His voice carries an unmistakable authority as he locks eyes with the woman. "You're going to allow us access to Antonia Westwood. We're her family."
