After the chaos at the pharmacy settled, Micah silently handed the small paper bag of medicine to Darcy. The label crinkled under his fingers, but he didn't let go until Darcy took it.
"I talked to my grandfather. He is arranging for your mother to be transferred to our private hospital. A new attending doctor, someone we trust, and a new pharmacy nearby that won't give you trouble. Everything is taken care of."
Darcy took the medicine as if in a daze. The weight of it in his hands felt unreal, light but loaded with years of unanswered suffering. Just half an hour ago, he had walked into the pharmacy prepared for another humiliating encounter. And now, this…
His worldview had shattered again.
