When I was finally allowed to see it, it was connected to several monitors.
Her small face looked even more fragile under the hospital lights.
I sat down next to his bed.
—I'm here, my love.
Her fingers moved lightly across the sheet.
Then he opened his eyes.
-Mother…
Tears began to run down my cheeks.
—Here I am, darling.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
—Did the grandparents come?
I felt like my heart was breaking.
I stroked her hair.
—No, my love.
Maya closed her eyes.
—Okay. You came.
And those three words hurt me more than all the calls from my family.
The next morning, my finance director, Rebecca Hayes, arrived at the hospital.
He was carrying a folder and had a worried expression.
—Elena, I checked the accounts you asked me to.
—Did you find anything?
—Yes. And I think we have a problem.
He opened the folder.
For the past two years, a company called Sterling Consulting had received payments for alleged consulting services.
