Every eye in the room locked onto Amelia, and for a heartbeat, the air in the hospital seemed to vibrate with unspoken tension. The polished floors of Gatham City Private Medical Center gleamed beneath the morning light, but even the sterile brightness could not mask the sudden chill that ran through the room.
Rose's brows arched sharply as she shot James a bewildered glance, her painted lips parting in disbelief. It was not often that her typically disinterested son, Brad, showed this much attention to anyone—let alone to Amelia.
Jacob cleared his throat softly, the subtle sound somehow grounding Amelia amid the storm of stares. She glanced his way for the briefest second. His weathered face gave nothing away, but the warmth in his eyes spoke volumes of quiet encouragement. Whatever she decided to do next, he would have her back.
