Seven Days to Say Goodbye

In those final moments of fading consciousness, I frantically dialed Damian’s private, encrypted line—the one meant only for emergencies.

He never picked up.

By the time I was rushed into surgery, I received a crushing blow: Damian had forcibly reassigned my lead private physician to the South District. He needed the best doctor to treat his childhood sweetheart, Evelyn, who had just been widowed.