DURRELL
The nurse is checking Ariana’s vitals when I step into the room.
She doesn’t notice me at first. Her attention stays on the monitor, writing numbers on a chart while Ariana sleeps.
“Vitals are stable,” the nurse says quietly when she finally notices me.
I nod.
“Doctor wants her resting today. No stress, no visitors.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
The nurse finishes adjusting the IV line and gives Ariana one last glance before leaving the room.
I stay where I am for a moment, contemplating the coming funeral. Juliana will handle it fast and milk it for what it gives, I know that much. She'll want it done before anyone can ask too many questions.
I’m already getting a bad feeling about it.
Then my phone vibrates.
I step outside the room before answering.
“Morning,” Greg, m
