Wren didn't remember standing. One second she was gripping the phone, the next she had her coat off the hook by the door and her clinic badge ripped from her lapel, thrown onto the desk like it belonged to someone else's life."I have a jet at the airport," Sebastian said, already moving, already ahead of her in the hallway in a way that made something old and furious rise up in her chest, because of course he did, of course a Castellano's answer to a crisis was a private runway and forty minutes shaved off a commercial flight. "Forty minutes to Lisbon from wheels up. Wren, let me help you.""I don't need your jet." She was already dialing Marisol back, phone jammed against her ear, walking fast enough that Priya looked up from the front desk with open alarm. "I need your mother nowhere near my son.""She's already near him," Sebastian said, low and urgent, keeping pace with her through the waiting room, past a patient who watched them go with wide eyes. "She is standing outside his s
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