Alexander hung back by the door, checking out the fancy medical equipment and the quality of care, along with Liam's protective stance.
This girl is connected to someone with power, Alexander thought. But that's Emma's concern, not mine.
"She looks so calm," Emma whispered. She reached out but didn't quite touch Ayla's hand. "Is she going to be okay?"
"The doctors say she is," Liam replied carefully. "She had a stress-related episode, so they're keeping her sedated to help her rest."
"Do they know what caused it?" Emma asked.
"Not yet," Liam said. "That's not something I can discuss."
Emma bit her lip. "I just hope she knows she's got a friend. We just met, but she seemed really sweet."
Liam's expression softened a bit as he noticed Emma's genuine concern. "She'll be glad to know you stopped by."
"Can I leave her a note?" Emma asked.
"Absolutely," Liam said, pointing to a small table.
Emma took out her notebook and wrote carefully:
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