ANDREA’S POV
The digital numbers on the bedside clock flipped from 3:14 to 3:15 AM as I sat on the edge of the massive king-sized bed, still wearing the red silk dress. Having neither taken it off nor washed the makeup off my face, staring at the wall and listening to the silence of the penthouse was all I could manage. It was a heavy and expensive silence that usually meant peace, but tonight, it felt like the charged air right before a thunderstorm.
My phone sat on the duvet next to me with a dark screen, yet the voicemail received twenty minutes ago was still burning a hole in my mind.
“Miss Rostova, this is Dr. Evans from St. Jude’s. I’m calling because your mother’s latest scans came back. The valve deterioration has accelerated. We found a mass near the atrium. It looks like a tum
