“Yes. She’s been asking about her daughter.”
Andrew hung up and turned to Anna.
“I found her.”
Anna’s head shot up instantly.
“She’s at the hospital where she works. She got very sick, but the doctors are helping her. She’s going to be okay.”
Anna’s entire face lit up.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Can we go see her?”
“Right now.”
Within minutes they were heading to the hospital.
Anna pressed her face against the car window.
“She’s really okay?”
“She is.”
At the hospital, Anna ran down the hallway the moment they reached the right room.
“Mom!”
Maria looked up from the hospital bed.
“Anna?!”
The reunion was instant and overwhelming.
Anna climbed onto the bed, hugging her mother tightly as both of them burst into tears.
“I’m so sorry,” Maria whispered. “I got sick and couldn’t call you.”
“It’s okay,” Anna sniffed. “Mr. Andrew helped me find you.”
Maria finally looked at him.
“You brought her here?”
“I just helped a little,” Andrew said.
Maria shook her head.
“No,” she said softly. “You did more than that.”
Later that night, Andrew stepped outside the hospital into the falling snow again.
But this time something inside him felt different.
For years he had measured success in profits and business growth.