LOGIN"I'll be there soon."Naomi's voice stayed flat. "You get ten minutes with Lily. That's it."She ended the call.Back in the room, Naomi's eyes settled on the hospital bed, and whatever calm she'd managed dissolved right back into worry.She wrapped Lily's small hand in both of hers and pressed it gently to her cheek."Baby, I'm sorry. I should have kept you safer than this."She'd noticed the signs for a while now the quiet, the deflections. If she'd pushed just a little harder, asked one more questionNone of this would have happened.The guilt sat heavy in her chest. Her eyes stung, blurring, and she wiped at them on reflex, the back of her hand coming away wet.Startled by her own reaction, she checked Lily quickly still sleeping, small face pale, lashes twitching faintly but undisturbed.Relieved, Naomi slipped quietly into the bathroom to collect herself."Do you think Dad, Mom, and Lily will forgive us?"A familiar voice drifted in from outside. Naomi went still, staying put a
"Don't mention it. Just doing our job. Lucky the blood got here in time," the doctor said. "Real thanks belongs to whoever donated it."Naomi nodded, agreeing completely.I owe that man something real.Given the string of medical incidents making headlines lately, every inpatient at Crestview General now had round-the-clock nursing supervision.Once Lily was settled, Naomi shut the door to her room and headed for the director's office.Knock knock.No answer.Naomi wasn't ready to give up. She turned and headed for the assistant director's office instead."Ms. N? What brings you here in person?" The assistant recognized her instantly, deferential. "The director's over in the pulmonary ward right now. I'll go get him.""No need, I'll find him myself." Naomi paused. "Do you happen to know who the director's with right now?""I do, he's got the same clearance you do, actually. Full access to the top floor of the biomaterials building."Something lit up in Naomi's eyes at that. "Do you kn
Knowing the nurse couldn't do more, Naomi scanned the crowded hallway.A man stepped forward from the group. "I'm type B, actually."Naomi's face lit up. Before she could get a word out, he added, "You said 'anything.' You mean that?"Something in his gaze made her skin crawl, oily and calculating.I thought he was being kind. Should've known better.She ignored him and turned to the rest of the crowd, hoping someone else would step up.Every set of eyes she met slid away instead.Something bitter twisted in Naomi's chest.The world's cruel enough that people won't even donate blood, standard type or not, without an angle.Do I call Ethan? Ask him to come?The divorce was so close to finalizing. She didn't want to hand him another opening this late in the game.But Lily's condition wasn't something that could wait.Right as she was working through it, a tall figure crossed toward her."I'm type B."Naomi's head snapped up, hope flooding in. "Thank you so much"She caught his face and
Without exception, every voice in the room was tilting in Ethan's favor. His mouth curved, confident he'd already won.With this much of a crowd behind him, there's no way Naomi holds out."I'm not going anywhere with you." Naomi's refusal didn't waver.Something in Ethan's expression faltered this was the first time he'd seen her dig in quite this hard."Naomi. Don't you still feel something for me and Julian?" Ethan reached for the emotional angle. "He misses you. He knows he was wrong. He shouldn't have said that thing about Chloe being his mother, right in front of you."He paused, something uneasy flickering across his face. "I shouldn't have proposed to her either. I didn't think about how that would land for you."Naomi said nothing, meeting his sudden remorse with a flat, unmoved stare.She didn't believe for a second this was genuine.This is just Ethan's version of pulling me back into servitude for that family."Ethan. Isn't this a little late for a wake-up call?" Naomi's l
"Naomi, what exactly is" Marcus started, then trailed off.A handful of socialites sat slumped against the wall, clothes rumpled, hair a mess, eyeing Naomi with visible terror.One of them, face swollen like she'd taken a beating, huddled in the corner clutching her head.Whatever happened here, someone definitely lost.Naomi's dress was slightly wrinkled, half her face flushed from a hit. Something protective flared in Marcus's chest. "Naomi, are you hurt?""Marcus! Finally!" The woman with the swollen face wailed the second she registered his first concern went to Naomi instead of her. "Naomi's completely unhinged!"Naomi turned a slow look on her. The woman shut up instantly, cowed."They came at me first," Naomi said, flat.Marcus nodded, understanding immediately.He'd known Naomi long enough to know she wasn't the type to throw the first punch. Provoked was the only version of this that made sense."Who told you to go after my sister?"Watching Marcus defend Naomi without even h
Vivian put on a worried face. "Paige, my brothers genuinely like Naomi. You don't need to go pick a fight with her on my account.""No, I'm doing this. Someone needs to stand up for you tonight."Paige squeezed Vivian's hand reassuringly and headed off toward Naomi.Vivian watched her go, something entertained flickering across her face."You're Naomi?"Paige arrived in front of her, chin lifted, sweeping a dismissive glance over her outfit. "You're seriously wearing that to Vivian's birthday party?"Naomi recognized her instantly for what she was Vivian's loyal best friend, here for a fight.She met Paige's stare, unbothered. "What exactly is wrong with what I'm wearing?"The question caught Paige off guard for a beat."Look around. Nobody else is dressed this plain." Paige's expression soured further. "This is genuinely disrespectful to Vivian.""You're in a pretty ordinary outfit yourself," Naomi said, mouth curving faintly. "Should I take that as disrespect too?"Paige, unused to







