Chapter 6 - The Long Distance CallThe sterile white walls of the St. Michael’s Hospital waiting room hummed with the low, constant drone of ventilation fans.
Amara sat on the edge of a plastic chair, holding her phone tightly against her ear. Her brother, Daniel, was fast asleep a few feet away, his head resting heavily against the back of a vinyl sofa, his fingers still loosely curled around her coat sleeve as if afraid she might vanish into thin air again.
"Mr. Hale," Amara whispered into the receiver, her voice trembling slightly.
“Are you safe, Amara?” Everett’s deep, steady voice came through the speaker, cutting through the hospital ambient noise like an anchor in a storm.
"I'm... yes. We're at the hospital. Daniel is resting." She swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "Liam told me what you did. About the duplex... and the mortgage. He said you bought it and cleared the title."
There was a brief pause on the line.
“Sterling Capital will no longer be harassing your family,” Everett replied simply. “The deed is recorded in your name and your brother’s name. You don’t ever have to worry about them again.”
Tears welled in Amara’s eyes once more, but this time, they weren't tears of pure grief. They were tears of a crushing, terrifying weight being lifted from her shoulders.
"I don't understand," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would you do all of this? For a maid? You didn't even know my last name until yesterday."
“You were right in front of me for three years, Amara,” Everett said, his tone softening into something deeply vulnerable. “And I was too blind, too wrapped up in my own comfortable little world, to see what was happening right under my roof. I excused cruelty because it was convenient. I looked away because it was easier. Buying a mortgage doesn't fix that. But it's a start.”
Amara stared at the glowing vending machines across the hallway.
"My mother... we’re going to bury her on Saturday," Amara said softly. "Back in Charleston. In the small cemetery near our church."
“I’ll be there,” Everett said instantly, without a moment’s hesitation.
"Mr. Hale, you don't have to—"
“Amara,” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “Let me be clear about something. My name is Everett. And I am coming to Toronto tomorrow morning.”
Amara’s breath hitched. "To Toronto? Why?"
“Because,” Everett said quietly, “you left your suitcase behind in the foyer. And more importantly... I don't think you should have to navigate the hardest week of your life all alone.”
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Before Amara could reply, the line clicked softly, and the call ended.
She lowered the phone slowly, staring at the blank screen as her heart hammered a frantic, heavy rhythm against her ribs.
