A Child's Plea, A Father's Choice

Elara blinked awake as Beck's car came to a gentle stop. The hospital visit for Shanice had taken longer than expected, leaving her with barely enough time to make it to her grandmother's house.

"We're at your place," Beck said, turning to face her. "You dozed off after we left the hospital."

"Sorry about that," Elara mumbled, gathering her belongings. The fatigue from the camping trip still weighed heavily on her.

"No need to apologize. The doctor said Shanice just needs rest and medicine. I'll take her home now."

Elara's phone buzzed with a notification. She checked it and frowned at the message from Damien.

*My grandmother is visiting yours this evening. We should take Cora together. Let me know when you're free.*

"Everything okay?" Beck asked.

"Just Damien," she replied, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Thanks for the ride. And tell Shanice I hope she feels better soon."

As Beck's car pulled away, Elara called Damien. The phone rang twice before he answered.