Gabriella

The coffee in my paper cup quivered in my grasp as Damien, Dani, and I stepped from the elevator. The echo of voices was our first clue that Marsha wasn’t alone in the waiting room. There was a man in blue scrubs standing before her. I reached for Damien’s arm.

Am I offering him my support or am I seeking his?

Both.

That was what a true partnership was about.

Dani rushed ahead, standing at Marsha’s side as ...