CHRISTIAN
The day had been nothing but meetings and endless paperwork.
I had barely stepped into my office when my phone rang.
I almost ignored it. Almost.
But then I saw the number.
An unknown caller.
Frowning, I picked up. “Christian Black.”
“Is this Mr. Black?”
Something in the woman’s voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was clinical, professional, yet laced with urgency.
“Yes.”
“You’re listed as an emergency contact for a patient—Isabella Black. She’s been admitted to St. Patrick’s Hospital.”
Everything stopped.
My heart. My breath.
The entire world.
“What?” My voice came out hoarse. Wrong.
The woman continued, unaware of the way my body had turned to stone.
“She was in an accident, sir. We need you to—”
I didn’t hear the rest.
Because the phone slipped from my fin
