“Excuse me.” A robust nurse said as she walked into Laurel’s hospital room. “There’s a big bouquet for Laurel Gilbert.”
“That’s me!” Laurel spoke excitedly, spilling some of the broth Desmond was feeding her. “Sorry.” She said to Desmond as he cleaned some broth off his shirt with a napkin.
Another nurse carried a massive bouquet of roses into the room. Olivia stared at the flowers suspiciously for several seconds before plucking the note in the middle.
“Hope to see you soon, baby girl. I love you, always. Love, daddy.” Olivia read. “It’s Sebastian’s writing.”
“That is sweet of daddy.” Laurel spoke offhandedly, scooping another spoonful of broth. “But I prefer tulips.”
Of course Sebastian did not even know his daughter’s favorite flowers. He had never sent her flowers since she got sick, and Olivia wondered why he was doing so now. Especially since they were to go to court for the last time, in a couple of hours.
“It is still nice of him.” Oli
