They really did need some reassurance.
Seeing them arrive had eased Mia Grant's initial tension. But beneath their impeccable facades, they were still deeply unsettled.
She was smiling.
Her complexion was already pale, and the smile made her look all the more like a delicate white flower, resiliently blooming against the wind.
CRUNCH.
Yates Donovan bit down, shattering the chocolate stick he was holding in his mouth. It was a little snack he'd swiped from the nearby breakroom before Mia Grant arrived.
He'd actually wanted a cigarette, but the setting didn't feel right, so he'd grabbed a chocolate stick to busy himself with instead.
Mia Grant's gaze shifted back to him at the sound, her expression unchanged.
Still, Yates Donovan understood the question in her eyes.
While they waited for the doctor, Silas Grant stepped into the hallway to take a call.
