Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 142

Mrs. Walker walked into the living room, her eyes wanning the pace for an explanation of tome sort. Something was off the knew it right in the pit of her stomach. Everything in the house had felt off since the previous eventing. Brandon and her personal nurse, Kelly, were

acting strange and secretive. Their whispers and quick glances at each other only heightened her

Adding to her worry, her phone had been out of service since yesterday, and no matter how many times she tried to get a signal, it wouldn't connect. It felt deliberate, as though someone didn't want her to reach out. Even when she'd tried turning on the television late at night for some distraction, Brandon had insisted on switching it off, his explanation not se convincing but she has given in.

Mrx. Walker's mind started racing. She knew Brandon far too well he and Diana had virtually grown up together. He was a lousy liar, and now his behavior virtually screamed that he was bling something.

She sat in the sitting room, fidgeting her hands at the edge of her sweater, darting her eyes from Kelly to Brandon. They sat on the carpet, playing with Emily and Ethan, laughing at too small a thing, trying to fill the space with forced normalcy. But their smiles didn't quite reach their eyes, and the tension of their shoulders gave them away.

Her chest constricted, and fear clawed its way up her throat. She hadn't heard from Emma in over 24 hours. That wasn't like her daughter, not in the least. Emma always found a way to check in, no matter how busy she was.

She swallowed hard and shook her head, trying to dismiss the dark imagination playing out in her mind. But still, the silence was deafening.

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Alexander stepped into the cold, sterile operating room filled with the soft hum of medical machinery. The faint scent of antiseptic remained in the air as he adjusted the hospital gown on his tall frame. His heart was pounding inside his chest because with fear and hope. Just beyond the wall separating the operating rooms was Emma, who lay fighting for her life.

He glanced around, meeting the eyes of the surgeons, each one handpicked as the best in their field. Their expressions were calm and focused.

The expressions were calm and focused.

He sighed deeply and heaved himself upon the operating bed. The sterile sheets felt unnervingly cold against his skin but he didn't mind.

sir?" one of the surgeons asked, his voice filled

his throat too tight to speak. His thoughts raced to Emma. Would she hang on long enough for the transplant to save her? Could he endure it if she didn't make it out alive? He clenched his fists, pushing away

syringe in hand, containing a sedative, Alexander took another heavily breath. He tried to focus on the reason he was here, the

Emma.

A drowsy warm wave began to work its way through his

from ten, sir," the anesthesiologist

at the light on the

one final face flickered in his mind, Emma's face, her smile from a memory long ago. When it

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against the polished floor and echoing her growing frustration. The air was thick with tension: big shots and hospital staff all stood around with

where the glass were transparent. Alexander's operating room glass was darkened. The darkened glass concealed everything, leaving everybody outside

secret to anyone in the hallway; the air around

unraveled so fast. How had Alexander found out about the twins? She knew right then and there that Emma

had always being the green snake in the green grass and she shouldn't

bitterness only deepened as she thought of Emma's connection to

demise. She would have hoped he didn't make it out of that operating room, thrilled to claim his

over, her thoughts turning