I stared at the bank alert and assumed Serena had frozen a card to punish me. It was petty, and it was easy to fix. Tomorrow I would buy her a larger necklace. That had worked before.
Dr. Evans rushed into the private waiting room.
“She's rejecting it!” His hands shook as he held out the chart. “Lily is having a severe anaphylactic reaction. We need a direct transfusion, Adrian. We need your wife here. Now!”
I called Serena. The phone rang twice and switched to an automated message.
*“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”*
“Stay with Lily,” I snarled at Evans, already moving toward the exit. “I’ll bring her back.”
I drove home far above the speed limit. Serena loved me. She had left her laboratory, managed my houses, and built her life around my schedule.
Whatever she
