Chapter 38

Olivia

Ethan arrived around noon, his face flushed and hair slightly disheveled. It was clear he had driven straight from his apartment the moment Nick’s call had come through, barely giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, dropping his backpack by the waiting room chairs. “Traffic was insane, and my phone died halfway

here.”

I stood up, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” I whispered, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over me as I held onto him.

“How is he?” Ethan asked, pulling back to look at me.

“Stable,” Nick answered from his chair. “They’re running tests. Should know more soon.”

Ethan nodded, then seemed to notice my appearance for the first time. “You look like hell, Liv.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly. “That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear.”

“I just meant—”

“I know what you meant,” I interrupted, smiling to soften my words. “I’ve been here since six this morning.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Ethan asked, always the one to worry about practical matters despite being the youngest.

I shook my head. “Not hungry.”

“Well, I am,” Nick announced, standing up and stretching. “Cafeteria run. Who’s in?”

“God, no,” Ethan grimaced. “Hospital food is worse than my dining hall. There’s a deli across the street. I’ll go grab sandwiches.”

“My hero,” I said,-placing a hand over my heart dramatically.

Ethan grinned. “Turkey on wheat for you?”

me so

“Nick? The usual?”

Nick nodded. “Extra pickles.”

twenty,” Ethan promised, heading toward

should call

at the word ‘boyfriend. It felt wrong applied to Alexander. “Already did. He’s arranging for Dad

eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s… actually

I said, surprising myself with how defensive I

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“You really like this guy,

looked away, uncomfortable with the

“Love usually is.”

nurse approaching us. “Morgan family? Dr. Weaver will be with

This must be the cardiologist Alexander had

nurse. “Our brother just

in the consultation room,” she said, gesturing down the hall.

followed her to a room with a round table and several chairs. Mom was already

heard anything?” she asked as we

us,” I

with salt–and–pepper hair entered. He wore a pristine white coat with “Dr. Marcus Weaver, Chief of Cardiology” embroidered

“I’m Dr. Weaver. I’ve been

and Olivia,” Mom said. “Our youngest, Ethan, will be

then took a seat across the table. “I’ve reviewed your husband’s test results and consulted with his primary physician. The situation is serious

Mom’s hand tighten

disease,” Dr. Weaver continued. “Three of his major arteries are significantly blocked.

asked, her voice remarkably

scheduled the procedure for this afternoon,” Dr. Weaver replied. “I don’t want to

afternoon?” I repeated, my heart racing.

at high

and Ethan walked in, carrying a paper bag that smelled of fresh bread and deli meat. He froze

he asked, his

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