SIENNA
The phone buzzed on the marble island, slicing through the quiet of the penthouse like a scalpel. I was halfway through my third cup of herbal tea,doctor’s orders for the baby—when the unknown number flashed. My hand froze mid-reach. Only one person had this burner line.
I answered on the third ring, voice steady because that’s what I do. “Talk fast.”
“It’s me,” the nurse whispered, breath ragged like she’d been running. “They know.The surgery,it’s happening right now.”
My stomach dropped. Not the gentle flutter of the baby kicking, but a cold, hollow plummet. “What surgery? Ava’s was three months out. I checked the schedule myself last week. You told me—”
“She pushed it forward. Twice. First the doctor moved it because the episodes got worse, bleeding, pain, everything acceler
