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“Don’t worry about a thing. I’m just happy you’re here. How’s Coco?”

“She’s been sleeping like…well, like a baby,” I reply with a grateful smile, appreciating how easy she makes everything feel.

Isabelle then eases into the couch, her expression shifting to one of focused concern. “Let’s go over Coco’s upcoming check-ups and therapies,” she says, producing what looks like a schedule. “I’ve coordinated with some of the top specialists at UCLA Children’s Hospital, and we’ve put together a plan that should be perfect for Coco’s needs.”

As a well-known pediatrician at the hospital, she’s obviously well-connected. Yet, she’s taken the time and effort to prepare all this.

“This is truly amazing,” I say, holding my breath as Blake steps up behind me, rubbing my arm.

“Thanks, Isabelle,” he adds.

“No problem at all. And this is just a preliminary plan, a starting point. We’ll need your input, too. During your first meeting with the specialists, make sure to discuss anything you need. Timing, days, Coco’s preferences.”

“I don’t think we’re tied up with anything else. The times should work just fine,” I say, skimming over the schedule.

Isabelle smiles, her confidence putting me at ease. “If you’re okay with it, we’ve arranged a series of physical therapies to start with, to build on what Coco has already begun. I’ve also spoken with a few top pediatric neurologists to cover all our bases.”

“Honestly, I can’t thank you enough,” I say, genuinely touched.

She waves off my gratitude with a graceful hand. “It’s all part of the service. Besides, having connections does help speed things up. I just want to make sure Coco gets everything she needs.”

“This means the world to us,” I reply, feeling lighter knowing Coco’s care is so well thought out.

Isabelle’s visit isn’t just a courtesy. It’s a lifeline, and her meticulous planning shows just how much heart she has. Undoubtedly a hallmark of the Hartley family.

21

GEORGIA-MAY

After finally settling into my new life and spending a tad too long holed up in Fortress Blake, I jumped at the chance when my man suggested we head over to Rob’s for ‘the big Hartley huddle.’ And today, that huddle is happening.

As we pull up to Rob’s Beverly Hills mansion, sunlight filters through the palm trees lining the driveway, their shadows swaying on the asphalt. The air smells of jasmine, carried on a breeze from the hedges wrapping the front gardens.

Coco stirs in her car seat, her fingers gripping the teddy bear Amber gave her. I notice her half-lidded eyes, still heavy with the drowsiness of her nap. Today’s gathering isn’t just important for me. It’s crucial for Coco, a chance to experience a bit of normalcy.

Amber, Rob’s wife, welcomes us at the doorway with a smile as bright as the California sun. Though we’ve chatted over the phone several times, meeting her in person casts a whole new light. Her elegance is effortless, grounding her charm in genuine hospitality.

“And this little charmer must be Coco-Rae! I see you’ve brought your favorite teddy along,” she says.

“That’s Amber. She gave you the bear. Go on, say hi to her,” I encourage, and Coco, perching on my hip, responds with a shy wave and a smile. I give her a tiny bounce. “Say thank you, Amber.”

“Thank you, Amber,” she says. It’s amazing how fast kids pick things up. Coco’s speech is really coming along, even if she’s just mimicking me for now. And I’m especially grateful that ‘hurt’ is slowly fading from her go-to words.

I add, “She’s practically glued to that bear.”

Amber rubs Coco’s hand, her voice soft and inviting. “I bet you’re ready to meet some new friends, huh?”

Coco peers at Amber, her big eyes wide with curiosity. Then, her expression shifts to one of quiet awe. I smile, thinking how even the littlest ones have a knack for sensing good souls.

Rob and Clay are waiting for us in the living room, and there’s Isabelle, keeping the little ones entertained. With her sleek dark hair and welcoming smile, she waves us over.

As we settle in, Rob hands me a glass of lemonade. “How’s she doing?” he asks, lightly brushing Coco’s shoulder as she rests her head against my chest.

“She’s doing better. She can manage short distances now,” I reply.

“That’s remarkable,” Isabelle chimes in. “Considering she’s only a few weeks into her therapy.”

“She’s been working hard,” Blake adds, brushing a stray curl from Coco’s forehead.

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