Olivia
After Dr. Weaver left, Nick turned to me. "Your boyfriend has some serious pull."
"He's just trying to help," I said defensively.
"I'm not criticizing," Nick clarified. "Just observing. It's good he's using his influence for something worthwhile."
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of nurse visits and quiet conversations. Mom returned around six, looking marginally better after a few hours of real sleep. Ethan came back after his classes, bringing a deck of cards and a renewed determination to beat Nicholas at poker.
I was half-dozing in my chair when Alexander arrived, bearing a cardboard tray of coffees from an expensive shop downtown.
"Coffee delivery," he announced quietly, mindful of Dad's sleeping form.
Everyone looked up in surprise. Alexander had changed from
