Ella

The doctor walks toward me, his white coat billowing slightly with each step, his face composed and his eyes steady. There's a hint of reassurance in his expression as he gives a subtle nod. I return the gesture.

We both turn to face Charlotte, who sits with her arms folded, her lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk. She glances between us, suspicion flashing across her eyes.

"Did you have to call every doctor in the country?" she snaps, her voice ...