She ran outside. Just as she rushed out of the treatment hall, she collided with someone around a bend in the corridor. Their eyes met.
The man wore a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses. His manner was cool, his expression reserved. But Sienna could think only of the car driving away. She barely glanced at him and, before she could even make out his face, stepped around him and kept running.
By the time she reached the compound's gate, the car was far down the road. Moments later, it disappeared from sight. There was no way she could outrun a car on foot. Sienna stood motionless at the entrance, overcome by a hollow sense of loss.
What would happen to Zoey now?
He was the only person who might be able to help her daughter fully recover!
Sienna hadn't even had a chance to plead her cas
