Nathaniel Rockefeller was not the only one making his way there.
Susan Beaumont, still dressed in her scrubs from a grueling nine-hour surgery, pushed forward with a sense of growing dread. The exhaustion that weighed down her body just moments ago was now overpowered by a new, consuming emotion—fear. The dark circles under her eyes, the tightness in her chest, the questions racing through her mind—it all paled in comparison to the single, undeniable truth hammering in her heart: Alexander was in danger.
'How? When? Why?' The questions tumbled through her mind like an unstoppable current. The media had been relentless in their attacks on Alexander, but this—this was something far more serious.
'There's no way it's true.'
She repeated that thought like a mantra, clinging to it, needing it to be real. There had to be more to this, more that she didn't yet understand. But one thing was certain—Alexander knew she would come. He had to know.
