She’d been so completely disarmed by his unexpected sweetness that she’d actually rushed into her bedroom and burst into tears
“What’s on the agenda today, boss?” Bracha asked as Ayala got into her car.
Ayala grinned. She would miss having Bracha as a constant companion once she finished this training period; it was a perk of bringing her into the organization that she hadn’t quite appreciated.
“The Schwartzes asked me to join them for a major appointment at eleven. Their doctor will be discussing a bone marrow transplant.”
Bracha winced. “Does that mean his chemo wasn’t successful?”
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