As Megan carefully placed the soup tray in front of her mother, she couldn't help but notice the unusual grin stretching across Joyce Hale's face.For someone who had spent the last forty-eight hours complaining about hospital food and the mind-numbing boredom of her VIP suite, she looked positively elated.
"I brought you some soup, Mom," Megan said, eyeing her suspiciously. "What's got you smiling like that?"
Joyce grabbed her daughter's wrist, pulling her down to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes darted toward the door before she leaned in.
"I just got a call," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
"A call? About what?"
"About Georgina, of course!"
Megan felt her stomach twist into a knot, anxiety suddenly clawing at her throat. "What... what happened
