Dominique.
Quizzical stares followed me as I walked deep into the halls of the hospital. It didn't faze me. That is, the million pairs of eyes that were stuck on my every step, some more subtle and the others more glaring than the latter. I was used to things like this, but a small thought made its way to my mind. Why exactly were they staring? Was I dressed awkwardly? Or perhaps a hospital was never one of the places they expected a billionaire like me to be at.
I raised my head a bit higher, just for me to lock eyes with the first person in front of me. It was a woman. And for the split second that we held each other's gazes, I watched something flicker in her eyes. Recognition maybe? Or perhaps it was fear, or even shock. But before I had any more time to decipher what her gaze
