Chapter 8 - The Hospital Director’s Midnight Call
Back at the bakery later that evening, the bell above the front door chimed softly as the sign was flipped to closed.
Little Poppy was upstairs fast asleep, finally safe from the legal predators who tried to tear her away.
Marlo stood behind the glass counter, wiping down the surface while Elias sat quietly at one of the wooden tables.
He hadn't ordered an apricot tart today; he simply watched her with an intense, unreadable expression.
“You didn't have to do all of that,” Marlo said softly, breaking the heavy silence between them.
“Yes, I did,” Elias replied simply, taking a sip of black coffee from a plain ceramic mug.
Before Marlo could respond, her cell phone vibrated violently against the counter with an incoming call from an unknown number.
She answered hesitantly, pressing the screen to her ear.
“Ms. Hart? This is Dr. Vance, director of pediatric cardiology at Boston General,” a stressed voice spoke out.
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Marlo’s pulse spiked instantly. “Dr. Vance? Is Poppy alright?”
“Poppy is stable, but we received an urgent directive from an anonymous donor attempting to cancel her scheduled surgical theater time,” the doctor revealed.
