Daniel paused.
“You’re going personally?”
“Yes.”
“Sir, the roads are already getting bad. I can send a driver.”
“Then send one. I’ll meet him there.”
Daniel knew better than to argue.
Twenty minutes later, however, the delivery service reported that several nearby stores were closed or had stopped accepting orders for the night. The one pharmacy that had the requested formula couldn’t provide delivery before morning.
Ethan looked at the clock.
11:58 p.m.
He made a decision.
“Have the driver meet me at the pharmacy that’s still open.”
“Ethan,” Daniel said carefully, “you have a board meeting at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Then I suggest we both get some sleep after midnight.”
He ended the call.
For the first time in years, a New Year’s Eve celebration felt less important than something happening in a small apartment he had never seen.
He didn’t know Clara Bennett.
He didn’t know her daughter’s face.
