The diamond before the fall

*The heart*

The morning sunlight filled the dining room as Harris, Sarah, and Emily gathered for breakfast. Heiley's chair was empty.

Sarah looked around. "Where's Heiley?"

Nancy came in with a basket of bread. "Miss Heiley has already left for work, madam."

Harris raised an eyebrow. "Work? Did she take breakfast?"

Nancy shook her head. "She just had a glass of milk, sir."

Emily smirked slightly, buttering her toast. "Guess she had something 'important' for breakfast."

Sarah shot her a warning look. "Emily, not now."

Harris nodded to Nancy. "Pack her breakfast, Nancy. I'll take it to her office."

Emily looked up, making a pitiful face. "Dad... maybe she's mad at me because I took Troy's room?"

Sarah's expression shifted, watching Emily. She didn't understand her anymore.

Nancy packed breakfast and handed it over. Harris grabbed his keys. "I'll go give this to her. Emily, don't stress about it. I know my daughter well. She's not mad about the room. Something else is disturbing her, but I can't put my finger on it." He left without taking his own breakfast.

Emily kept her face down but murmured, "Okay, Dad."

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*BALDWIN DESIGNS, 9:20 AM*

Heiley didn’t hear the door open. Her pencil moved across the sketchpad, slow and careful. Lines curved into a pendant shaped like a closed eye, with tiny raised dots along the chain and Braille nestled under the clasp.

“Knock knock,” Harris said softly.

She jumped, then smiled. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

He held up the breakfast bag. “Delivering food to my CEO who thinks milk is a meal.” His eyes landed on the sketchpad. He went still. “Heiley... what is that?”

She turned the pad toward him, a bit shy. “It’s a commission. The client’s wife is blind. She can’t see, but when she touches it...” Heiley’s finger traced the raised pattern. “She’ll feel it. The dots spell ‘I love you’ in Braille. The shape is a sunrise. He said she always loved watching it with him.”

Harris stared at the design. His throat worked. “Martha... your mom used to say jewelry should be felt, not just seen.” He touched the edge of the paper like it might break. “This is... this is her.”

Heiley’s smile wavered. “You think she’d like it?”

“I think she’d be proud.” He set the breakfast on her desk and cleared his throat, blinking fast. “You got her heart, princess. All of it.”

Heiley laughed, embarrassed, and opened the breakfast container. “You didn’t have to come all the way here with breakfast, Dad."

He checked his watch. “I want to make sure you eat. I’ve got a board call at 10.” He kissed her forehead. “Eat. All of it.”

She saluted with her fork. “Yes, sir.”

He left her office. The door clicked shut behind him.

Five minutes later, his phone buzzed on her desk. _Dr. Reeves._ Heiley answered out of habit. “Harris Baldwin’s phone, Heiley speaking.”

“Miss Baldwin?” A man’s voice, clipped. “This is Dr. Reeves from St. Luke’s Cardiology. Is Mr. Baldwin there?”

Her stomach dropped. “He just left. I’m his daughter. Can I take a message?”

A pause. “Yes. Please tell him we have a match. A heart donor. If he accepts, we can schedule surgery in two days. We need his answer by tonight.”

The pencil rolled off her desk and hit the floor. “A... a heart donor?”

“His name came up on the transplant list six months ago. End-stage cardiomyopathy. He’ll know what it means. Please have him call me.” The line went dead.

Heiley stared at the phone. _End-stage... Transplant list... Six months..._

She didn’t remember leaving her office. Just her heels on the carpet, the hall blurring, her breath catching.

Harris was in his office across the floor, jacket off, reviewing contracts. He looked up and smiled when she burst in. “Forgot something?”

“Dad.” Her voice cracked. She held up his phone. “Why didn’t you tell me you have heart disease?”

His smile died. The pen slipped from his fingers and clattered on the desk. “Heiley...”

“The doctor called. There’s a donor. Surgery in two days.” Tears hit her cheeks before she felt them. “Six months, Dad? You’ve been on a transplant list for six months?”

He stood slowly, rounding the desk like he might fall if he moved too fast. He shut the office door, his hand shaking. “I was going to tell you after the operation,” he said quietly. “If I got the call... I didn’t want you to spend months waiting for me to die.”

“Instead I spend months watching you lie?” She wasn’t yelling. It was worse. She was broken. “Is that why you married Sarah? So I’d have someone when you—” She couldn’t say it.

“Partly,” he admitted. He sank into the leather chair, suddenly looking every year of his age. “And because I’m tired, Heiley. I’m tired of hospitals, pills, and pretending I’m not scared every time my chest hurts.” He took her hand. His was cold. “Martha made me promise I wouldn’t tell you until the surgery was done. I’m trying to keep that promise. She said you’d blame yourself if you had to watch me wait.”

Heiley pulled her hand away, then grabbed it back and held on tighter. “You don’t get to decide that alone. I’m your daughter. I’m supposed to be scared with you.”

His eyes closed. “I know. I’m sorry, princess. I’m so sorry.”

She went around the desk and leaned into him, breathing in his cologne, listening to his heart. The one that was failing. “You have to take the surgery, Dad. You have to fight.”

He nodded against her hair. “I’ll call Dr. Reeves.” A beat. “Heiley?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

She squeezed him harder.

“Me too. So we’ll be scared together.”