Early the next morning, Theon sat alone in his office, staring at his phone as though it had become his greatest enemy. His leg bounced against the floor in a restless rhythm. His fingers remained trapped between his teeth.

He exhaled hard, dragging a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“Doc?”

A young man stood by the office door, clipboard tucked under his arm.

“Mr. Kensington is already on call with the board. The lead doctors are discussing the new expansion plans.”

Theon didn’t even lift his head. “I’ll be there shortly.” The assistant hesitated. “Doctor?”

“I said shortly.”

The young man stiffened. “Right. Sorry.” The door shut. Silence returned...