[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"You really think a decade of history can be erased with a few keystrokes and a pretty face, Elena? I don't care what year Jack thinks it is; he is my husband, and you are a ghost story he stopped telling a long time ago."

Sofia’s voice rang through the executive lounge, sharp enough to cut through the hum of the hospital’s high-tech ventilation system. She stood with her feet planted, her shoulders squared, and her eyes fixed on the woman who had just exited Jack’s room. Elena Vance didn't flinch. She simply smoothed the skirt of her designer suit, her expression one of amused condescension. She...