Claire’s POV
The doorbell rings less than ten minutes later, and Reed rushes past me with an older woman, not in a white coat but one with one of those huge doctor-looking bags. They don’t waste time with pleasantries, and I appreciate it when they go straight to Daniel’s room.
He and the doctor exchange glances, and Reed nods to her, even if not a word was spoken between them.
She’s older, not elderly, but seasoned. Silver threaded through dark hair pulled back neatly, posture straight, eyes sharp and assessing. She wears black flats and simple clothes, nothing clinical, yet she carries herself with the quiet authority of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing. Striking doesn’t even begin to cover it, just like everyone here.
They’re all- attractive and fit. This pack.
Pack doct
