Martin was unnervingly calm.
Fitch, who used to pace restlessly at the slightest downturn in Diana's health, was now a portrait of stillness. Beside him, the young nurse rubbed her eyes in disbelief. They both remained eerily composed.
Serena glanced at the nurse holding the notice of critical condition. She remembered the doctor's words. Martin's mother wouldn't last more than two hours.
Yet, even with the gravity of the situation hanging over her, Serena couldn't bring herself to hand over her phone. A shadow crossed her eyes, and it became clear she wouldn't offer her help.
Martin, his heart sinking, saw it all. Disappointed was an understatement to think that at a time like this, Serena could be so cold.
Even a pretense of concern would have spared him this feeling of utter letdown.
After the nurse left, Serena wheeled forward again, trying to reach for Martin's hand.
