ANDREA’S POV
The champagne glass felt heavy and slick in my hand like a loaded weapon I didn't know how to use, and as I stared down into the pale, fizzing liquid, the rising and bursting bubbles mirrored the tiny shred of confidence I had built up over the last hour.
Administrative error.
The words echoed in my head, bouncing around my skull until dizziness set in because Isabella hadn't just threatened to ruin my reputation or get me fired; she had threatened my mother’s life. The terrifying part was that I believed her, since people with that kind of money never needed to get their hands dirty. They just made phone calls and moved paperwork so that, suddenly, a woman in Queens who needed a heart valve replacement would just disappear from the list.
My chest tightened as breathing be
