CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ELISA
“I’m sorry, Ms. Monroe,” the voice on the other end of the phone states. “We have no record of a Dr. Alexander Andrias being added to our donation list, nor do we have any bodies that were in a fire. We likely wouldn’t accept such a donation, because what would that teach our future doctors?”
I frown. “Okay, thanks.”
The phone chimes in my ear at the same moment that the person on the other end disconnects the call.
I check my text message. It’s Ravi asking me to make my way to the meditation room for my five o’clock appointment. He suggests comfortable clothing.
Of course, after starting the day with a sunrise walk around the paving stone labyrinth followed by an afternoon group yoga session led by Erica, Ravi’s second-in-command, I’m already dressed for the
