Night pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Robb rubbed his throbbing temples. He hadn't finished the report on his desk when a notification popped up in the corner of his screen.
It was from his assistant. The subject line read: Sienna Sorrel – Confidential Files
His heart skipped a beat.
He opened the inbox. Two files waited inside.
The first was titled: Sienna Sorrel – Medical Records 2018–2024
He took a deep breath and clicked.
Pages and pages of data and medical jargon flooded the screen.
March 2018: suspected early-stage gastric cancer.
November 2020: progressed to mid-stage, confirmed diagnosis.
May 2022: Advanced.
The word was circled in red ink.
The last page was dated August 15, 2024.
Surgical failure. Time of death on record.
Every page had clear scan resul
