The sterile, high-tech sanctuary of the Intensive Care Unit felt worlds away from the suffocating tension of the Flynn family’s domestic life. Carvel, having finally mastered the temperature-controlled settings of the induction stove back at their cramped apartment, returned to the hospital wing clutching a thermal flask filled with meticulously slow-simmered chicken broth. The savory aroma, rich with ginger and high-grade nutrients, seemed to offer a momentary reprieve from the clinical coldness of the VIP ward.
However, the peace was shattered before she could even pour a single cup. Sienna Flynn’s smartphone vibrated violently against the bedside table. The caller ID flashed a name that made Sienna’s stomach tighten: Eddison Flynn.
As soon as she pressed the icon, a voice like a jagge
