Chapter 5 I frowned involuntarily and leaned quietly against the wall . The voices inside continued . " Don't worry , I just did a quick check . Her heart seems fine . " " You shouldn't overstress , but you'll need to explain things to her . eventually . " Not catching the response , I heard the call end and walked away . Standing by the window , my mind churned . What were they discussing ? Why couldn't I understand any of it ? " Why come to the hospital without telling me ? " " Feeling unwell ? " Patrick's gentle voice suddenly came from behind as his hand clasped mine . I adjusted my expression . " Just wanted to surprise you . " " Got here early , so I waited outside . " Patrick led me toward his office . " How long has the headache lasted ? " " Why keep it from me ? " I shrugged . " It's fine . The doctor said stress auses it . Rest helps . " His fingers pressed lightly on my temples . " Here ? Or here ? " Chapter 5 Seeing his concerned gaze , my nose stung . " Gone now . Really . " Patrick thoughtfully ruffled my hair . " Always tell me first if you feel ill . I am a doctor . " " Okay . " After lunch , Patrick returned to work . He watched my car leave before reentering the hospital . I planned to question him that evening , but my hand moved on its own toward his door . The fingerprint lock recognized me with a beep . Hesitating , I stepped inside . Though familiar , I scanned the spotless room . Everything stood meticulously arranged . In his bedroom , I sat at his desk , eyeing a locked drawer . Their earlier conversation echoed as I tried codes . Not his birthday . Not mine . Not our anniversary date . Staring at the lock , my fingers moved again . Lock opened . Why my surgery date ? Hands trembling , I pulled out a folder . My medical records lay on top - vitals , heart transplant consent form , even the older donor search notice . But these were from a year ago . Why did Patrick have them ? Breath held , I flipped further down . A photograph slipped out - a woman with a radiant smile . Who was she ? 38.12 % 2 Chapter 5 Beneath it lay an organ donation agreement bearing a beautiful name : Dorothy Carter . " Dorothy ... " I whispered , turning more pages . Dorothy's documents filled the stack . At the bottom , a cemetery plot purchase contract carried her name . The buyer's signature froze me on the spot . Patrick . The only photo of Dorothy lay quietly on the floor , smiling up at me . 84.26 %%