Chapter 4
I sat on the garage floor with Leo’s fire truck in my lap.
Nathan crouched beside me.
“What is it?”
I handed him the bracelet.
His eyes narrowed.
“This is from a different hospital wing.”
“How do you know?”
“Look at the code.”
The bracelet said TX-HOLD.
Transplant hold.
Not canceled.
Hold.
Rebecca took a photo and sent it to the medical attorney, Martin Vale.
Julian appeared in the garage doorway.
“You done?”
Nathan stood.
“Why did you hide Leo’s things in trash bags?”
Julian crossed his arms.
“They were upsetting Clara.”
“Funny,” Rebecca said. “You seemed comfortable setting up a bassinet downstairs.”
Chloe whispered, “Julian, please.”
I looked at her.
“You know something.”
She stepped back.
Julian snapped, “She knows you were falling apart.”
The police officer moved closer.
I held up the bracelet.
“Why does this say transplant hold?”
Julian’s face went blank.
Not confused.
Blank.
Like a man shutting a door inside himself.
“That’s hospital coding. Don’t be dramatic.”
“You told me he was removed.”
“He was.”
“Then why did the nurse tell me to request the full file?”
Chloe’s face drained.
Julian turned on her.
“What nurse?”
I stood.
“There it is.”
He lunged for the bracelet.
Nathan shoved him back.
The officer stepped between them.
“Sir, back up.”
Julian lifted both hands.
“This is my house.”
Rebecca smiled without warmth.
“No, it is not.”
We left with Leo’s things, the bracelet, and every document I could find.
That night, Martin Vale came to the hotel.
He was in his sixties, with silver hair and a voice that made you listen.
He spread Leo’s records across the desk.
“These are incomplete,” he said.
“I requested everything.”
“You received what someone wanted you to receive.”
My skin went cold.
He pointed to a missing page number.
“Transplant communications are gone.”
Nathan asked, “Can we subpoena them?”
“Yes. But before that, I want to talk to someone.”
He called a former colleague at the hospital.
He put the phone on speaker.
“Janet, I need to ask about Leo Whitmore.”
The woman on the line went silent.
Then she said, “I wondered when someone would call.”
I grabbed Nathan’s hand.
Martin’s voice stayed calm.
“What happened?”
Janet whispered, “A donor heart became available.”
The room stopped.
“When?” Martin asked.
“The night before Leo died.”
I could not breathe.
Janet continued.
“The transplant team was preparing. Then the father signed a refusal.”
I stood so fast the chair fell.
“No.”
Martin closed his eyes.
“Do you have that refusal?”
“It disappeared from the chart.”
“Who witnessed it?”
A pause.
Then Janet said, “Chloe Bennett.”
My vision blurred.
Nathan caught me before I fell.
My baby had a heart.
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My baby had a chance.
And someone had signed it away.
