"What about Ella’s clothes?"
Maria glanced at her daughter lying on the hospital bed. Obviously, she couldn’t just leave her here, and Cody had already left for work.
"I was gonna ask Isabella to bring them over. You’ve met her before—Ella’s godmother."
She hadn’t even told Isabella that Ella was hurt. Knowing Isabella, she’d show up yelling the second she found out.
James hesitated for a moment. "No need to trouble her. I’ll go buy some."
"That’s really not necessary," Maria said, a little embarrassed. He’d already done so much—if he went clothes shopping too, she’d owe him big time.
Plus, another worry tugged at her. What if Ella slipped and mentioned her brother?
"It’s fine," James said sincerely. "I like Ella. I want to do something for her."
Maria sighed inte
