General Hospital, New Orleans
James stared out the window, lost in thought until a sharp knock jerked him back. “Come in,” he said, his voice flat.
“You’ve got two surgeries today. You specifically asked…”
“I know what I asked. Thanks,” James interrupted, cutting them off.
“Someone’s here to see you. Says it’s important.”
“Let them in,” James replied, already bracing himself.
Todd walked in, offering a handshake. “James. I saw her. Someone’s messing with her, doing weird stuff.”
James’s expression hardened. “She didn’t see me, Todd. What do you want me to do? I tried, okay? God knows I tried. She doesn’t love me.”
“Listen, we’ve been helping her for years. Don’t bail on her now, James. Please,” Todd stood, leaving before James could respond.
James sat there, torn. What’s holding h
