Chapter 2 - Mara Confronts Grant At The Hospital Doors
The fluorescent lights of the Baltimore County Medical Center emergency lobby flickered as the automatic glass doors slid open to reveal Grant Whitmore striding inside.
He was still wearing his tailored Brioni suit, smelling faintly of cotton candy and expensive designer cologne from the Galaxy Kingdom amusement park.
“Mara! I came as fast as I could once traffic cleared on the beltway,” Grant announced, his voice carrying that practiced executive authority.
Mara did not move from her plastic chair, her eyes bloodshot and hollow as she stared straight through him like he was made of glass.
“You were eating funnel cake and watching fireworks while our five-year-old son was bleeding out on a trauma table,” Mara stated coldly.
Grant’s face tightened defensively, his hands balling into fists inside his trouser pockets as he glanced toward the intensive care unit hallways.
“I already explained that I didn’t know Eli was the one who got hit, Mara; it was an administrative mistake at the regional blood bank,” Grant lied.
“You signed the transfer order personally, Grant, diverting three critical units of O-negative blood to a private pediatric case for Rachel’s daughter,” Mara whispered.
The weight of her words hung heavily in the sterile air, stopping several passing nurses in their tracks before they hurried down the corridor.
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Grant stepped closer, lowering his voice into a sharp whisper. “Keep your voice down; we don’t need the entire hospital staff gossiping about our family business.”
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