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    “Jeffrey, if I say you can, then you absolutely can. You’re my brother, and no one else could do it better.”


    After careful consideration, Jeffrey picked a suit—modern, vibrant, and full of life—perfect for such a special asion. He made the choice himself, with a proud smile. Once back in his hospital room, he gently hung the suit up, smoothing it out to make sure not a single crease appeared.


    As Rachel was heading home, her phone rang—it was Myrna.


    Her voice was faint and feeble. “Rachel, do you have time tomorrow?”


    “Yes, of course. Huey mentioned that the new medication is helping, but you still sound exhausted.”


    “It’s a lot to exin, but I have good news. Huey and I are getting married tomorrow. It’ll be a small, private ceremony, and we wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”


    Myrna seemed to have drained all her energy just from saying that.


    “Myrna, I’ll be there. We’ll talk more when I see you.”


    Huey’s voice reced hers. “Rachel, we really appreciate everything you and Mr. White have done for us. We’d love for you both to be there tomorrow.”


    “What time is the ceremony?”


    “Nine in the morning.”


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    “Got it, I’ll be there.”


    That evening, Rachel nned to tell Brian about the wedding and ask if he coulde. She waited for him, ncing at the clock repeatedly. Midnight came and went, but he never showed. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep.


    The next morning, she woke with a start—it was already eight. She reached out, but the space beside her was empty. A sense of unease settled in as she rushed downstairs.


    “Did Briane homest night?” she asked the housekeeper.


    “He got in around one a.m., but he was gone again by six,” the housekeeper informed her.


    He was clearly swamped with work.


    After thinking it through, Rachel chose to call him anyway. For some reason, her heart was pounding, an unsettling feeling creeping over her.


    When the call connected, it wasn’t Brian who answered—it was Ronald. “He’s in a meeting right now,” he informed her.


    Rachel tightened her grip on her phone. “I really need to speak with him. If possible, could you ask him to call me back?”


    Barely a minuteter, her phone rang. Brian had returned her call.


    “Brian,” she started, her voice steady but urgent. “Do you remember Huey Dury? The alumnus I told you about, the one working in ourpany’s pharmaceutical research department.”


    “I remember him,” he replied simply.


    “He’s getting married to his girlfriend today. They wanted to express their gratitude and have invited us to their wedding.”


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