Nicole's Pov
The sound of the ringing phone cuts through the quiet of the office. I glance up from the stack of medical files spread across the small table I’ve claimed as my workspace. “Drake,” I say, tilting my head toward the sound. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
Drake looks up from his laptop, a frown creasing his forehead. “My phone’s not ringing.”
I pause, the sound unmistakable. Rising from my chair, I walk toward his desk, following the persistent ringing. It’s definitely coming from there. Drake’s frown deepens, realization dawning on his face as he stands and pulls open one of the drawers.
He pulls out a phone, one I immediately recognize. My breath catches in my throat as he hands it to me. “It’s your mother’s,” he says softly, his voice tinged with regret and hope.
