“The braces matter,” she said. “But not every night. Their muscles are ready. They’re frustrated. They want to move. And they’re stronger than you think.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened. “You went behind my back.”
“Yes,” she said calmly. “Because you would have said no.”
He dismissed her that night.
Security escorted Emily out the next morning. The children cried. Grace refused breakfast. Noah wouldn’t look at Daniel.
Two days later, Dr. Collins called.
“I reviewed the scans again,” he said. “There’s improvement. Small, but real. More than we’ve seen in months.”
Something twisted sharply in Daniel’s chest.
He called Emily.
No answer.
He drove to the address listed in her file—a modest apartment in Redwood City. Emily opened the door cautiously.
“I want you back,” Daniel said. “With oversight. With doctors involved. Proper pay.”
Emily shook her head. “That’s not how I work.”
“What do you want?” he asked.
“To be trusted,” she said. “Or nothing.”
Daniel had built his empire by controlling every detail.
