Olivia
We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes. The food was exactly what I needed, settling warmly in my stomach and chasing away the hollow feeling that had lingered since the hospital.
"How's your father doing?" Alexander asked, breaking the silence.
"Stable. The surgery went well, but recovery will take time." I twirled pasta around my fork. "Thanks again for arranging Dr. Weaver. The nurses said he never takes new patients."
"He owed me a favor."
"Must be nice having the world's best cardiac surgeon in your debt."
Alexander shrugged. "I donated a new wing to the hospital last year. Makes it easier to call in favors when needed."
I paused mid-bite. "You donated an entire wing?"
Alexander nodded, seemingly unimpressed with his own generosity. "The pediatric cardiology
