Even the surgery, one that typically took months—sometimes years—to get scheduled, had been fast-tracked. Prioritized under the personal request of someone named Mr. Ashcroft.
Maya had nodded politely when she heard the name. But inside, confusion bloomed.
She hadn’t met him.
Who was Mr. Ashcroft? And why would he step in for someone like her?
Or maybe… it wasn’t about her at all.
“Personally requested,” Dr. Anderson had said. “By Mr. Ashcroft and Mr. Blackwood.”
The words echoed in her mind long after the doctor left the room.
She sat in the quiet after Dr. Anderson left, her hands resting in her lap, her mind anything but still.
It should’ve been relief—pure and simple. Jamie was getting the care he needed, the best care money could buy, and somehow, they didn’t have to worry abo
