They chose a small Italian restaurant near the hospital, a cozy place with checkered tablecloths and the smell of fresh bread filling the air. The lunch crowd was light, giving them a quiet corner booth where they could talk without being overheard.

Grace couldn't stop smiling. Even as she studied the menu, her expression was bright, almost glowing. "I can't believe I finally got to talk to her. Really talk to her."

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Luna said, reaching across the table to ...