Phones lit the corridor. “Don't read the comments," Mia said.
“I'm not."
“You're hearing them anyway."
Inside, the company stretched. The manager spotted Sara. “Two minutes."
Sara followed to the office. “Sit," the manager said.
Sara sat. “What's happened since last night?"
“The video kept climbing," the manager said. “Refund requests started at dawn."
“How bad?"
“Five percent refunded in three hours," she added. “Sponsors notice."
Mia hovered in the doorway. “Boycotts, protests," Mia said.
Sara kept her voice even. “Because I said I wouldn't discuss private medical matters online."
“Because a sobbing mother beats a boundary," the manager said.
“He's not my fiancé," Sara said softly.
The manager nodded once. “Then that's one less PR problem."
Sara met her eyes. “I'm not donat
