She's shattered

As Alexander stepped away from the somber scene at the hospital, he took a moment to compose himself before dialing Wilson's number. The phone call, a bridge between professional duty and personal connection, carried the weight of the recent events.

"Wilson," Alexander's voice, usually steady, carried a note of heaviness. "I need to talk to you about Jacob."

A prolonged silence hung in the air, a void that seemed to stretch across the phone lines. Wilson, on the other end, absorbed the gravity of Alexander's tone before finally breaking the quiet with a carefully measured, "Go on."

Alexander recounted the events at the hospital, sparing no detail about the family dynamics and the decision to transfer Jacob. "I tried to reason with them, Wilson, but they were adamant. There was little I could do to prevent it."