“Yes,” Claire replied. “She’s very eager to thank you in person.”

Arrangements were made, and a few days later, Marcus found himself standing outside a luxurious office building downtown, Kayla clutching his hand. They were ushered into an opulent office filled with art and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Eleanor Whitmore, looking much healthier, rose from behind her desk to greet them.

“Marcus, it’s a pleasure to meet you again,” she said warmly, extending her hand. “And this must be Kayla. Thank you both. You saved my life.”