The sun had risen higher now, casting warm light over the polished glass of the Zeden General Hospital.
Outside, ambulances came and went, the revolving doors spun endlessly, and inside, the scent of antiseptic and quiet tension filled the air.
Ivy stepped out of her car a few feet from the main entrance. Dressed in a flowing cream blouse tucked into tailored black pants and sleek heels that clicked smartly against the tiled floor, she looked every inch composed and collected. Her oversized sunglasses hid her sharp hazel eyes, but the faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips betrayed her satisfaction.
She paused at the entrance, turning to glance at the hospital sign overhead as if confirming it for the second time.
This was it. The very place they'd rushed Eliana Howells to last night. The news hadn't mentioned which room, but they had mentioned the hospital and Eliana's condition and Ivy had come to see it for herself.
