The door was open, but Alexander wasn't inside. I set the tray down on his desk, and I was about to leave when something caught my eye. A folder had been left open, papers spilling slightly out from under it. I knew I shouldn't look, I shouldn't invade his privacy. But curiosity got the better of me. What if they were about my father's properties?
Reaching out, I pulled out a white piece of paper. It was a letter from a medical facility. My mother's name was typed at the top.
I began to read the content.
'Patient Seraphina Steele's condition has deteriorated significantly. Life expectancy is estimated at less than twenty-one days. Patient has expressed strong desire to see her daughter, Anna Steele, before end of life care becomes necessary.'
