ROWEN

We had moved from the hospital room, where Mr. Miller was kept, with his wife watching over him. We had to stop at one of the private rooms for VIPs to take the call from my stupid nephew.

Elora was sitting across from me in the room, with her phone still in her hand, brows drawn together in a tight knot of frustration.

The glow from the screen highlighted the delicate curve of her cheek, but her focus was elsewhere. The faint buzz of the call had gone dead. And so was his voice.

Her thumb hovered above the screen like she expected Ethan to call back any second....