I learned the players quickly.
Vivien came almost every afternoon, pearls clicking, lawyer in tow.
“Daddy, we just need you to sign these. It’s about Eleanor’s care plan. We’ve found a more… affordable facility.”
“Eleanor stays here,” Arthur said.
“Daddy, be reasonable. She doesn’t even know where she is. And after you’re gone—”
“She knows where she is, Vivian. She knows more than any of you.”
“We’ve found a more… affordable facility.”
One day, Vivien turned and saw me in the doorway with Eleanor’s tea tray.
“And who is this?”
“Eleanor’s caregiver,” Arthur said. “She’s been working here for a month already.”
“Hm.” Her eyes traveled over me like a cat calculating when to pounce. “How nice.”
A few weeks later, the hospital called me while I was reading to Eleanor. I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway.
My hands started shaking before I even answered.
Her eyes traveled over me like a cat calculating when to pounce.
“Ma’am, we need Noah back in this afternoon for updated scans and testing.”
“Yes. Yes, we’ll be there.”
I hung up and pressed my forehead to the cool wallpaper.
When I turned around, Arthur was standing at the end of the hallway in his robe, leaning on his cane, watching me.
“Who keeps calling you that makes your hands shake?” he asked quietly.
“We need Noah back in this week for updated scans and testing.”
At that moment, I realized that all the months I’d been watching Vivian and her brothers argue over Arthur’s money, this dying man had been watching me far more closely than I ever thought.
“The hospital. My son… he urgently needs heart surgery.”
