The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood
I went home and said nothing about any of it, and that evening, once the house had quieted and Damien had retreated to his study with the focus he always carried after a long day, I went to the library and opened my laptop and typed the building’s name into the search bar.
Manhattan Center for Specialized Medicine.
The website was clean, professional, the kind of careful design meant to reassure rather than inform. I scrolled past the welcome page, past photographs of smiling staff in white coats, until I found what I was actually looking for. A list of specialties. Oncology. Hematology. Rare disease research. Names of conditions I had to look up individually because I didn’t recognize half