What's Going On?

Lily swallowed hard, her mind racing. She thanked her assistant quickly and ended the call, but her hand trembled as she hovered over her contacts. After a moment's hesitation, she dialed Timmy's number.

The phone barely rang once before Timmy's groggy voice answered. "Lily? It's late. What's going on?"

"Don't you dare act clueless," she snapped, her tone sharp and unwavering. "Tell me the truth now, or else I'm going to hate you for all of this. This is your last chance to be honest with me."

Timmy's breath hitched on the other end of the line. He sat up in his chair, glancing nervously at James, who was still sound asleep in the hospital bed. The faint glow of the monitors illuminated James's face, peaceful and oblivious to the storm brewing.

"Lily…" Timmy began, his voice hesitant. "I don't know what you've heard, but—"