Free For Logan (Chicago Syndicate Book 5) by Soraya Naomi Page A

Ukrainians have been spotted at the University of Chicago, probably searching for her.”
    “Okay,” I confirm and cut the call.
    Snatching my suit jacket off the desk, I shuck it on and tell Henry, who’s seated behind the computer, “Locate Rosa for me and text me the address.”
    I dash out of the club and into my vehicle parked at the back entrance. Henry sends me a message within minutes.
    Henry: She’s at a hospital, not with Cam at Northwestern but at 11 West Harrison Street.
    After entering the address into my GPS, I follow the directions as rain begins to splatter against my windshield. I reach the building within fifteen minutes, parking at the curb and jumping out just as she shuffles through the revolving doors and tightens the belt of her red trench coat.
    When she looks up with moisture in her eyes, she stops, and I mirror the movement as thunder rumbles high in the sky.
    “Please, not now. I’m not in the mood for you,” she murmurs and disappears around the corner.
    I tense up, not knowing what to do, but then I trail her, examining her shaken state and the fact that she’s staring at the ground. Without thinking, I stay behind her to give her some time to get her composure, yet her stricken behavior is affecting me – something is very wrong.

CHAPTER 7
    Rosalia
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    I ’m waiting for Dr. Rydon in her sterile office, settled in a chair in front of her desk. During my last appointment, blood was drawn and she ran a series of tests to determine my ovarian function, and now I’m here to get the results.
    While I wait, I’m daydreaming about one man. One man who has revealed that he isn’t such an assface after all. Logan’s the first guy who hasn’t discounted me to score points with lean Meghan. He came to my aid, which is something I cherished all last night and this morning. Usually, I feel plump and invisible – with my flared hips and generous bosom – compared to girls like Meghan. But Logan made me feel exceptionally good, and I never expected that from him.
    I’m forced out of my reverie when Dr. Rydon steps inside with her immaculate white coat on. “Good afternoon, Rosalia.”
    “Hey, doctor.”
    She shakes my hand and claims her seat behind her desk. “Rosalia, I’m going to get right to the point. As you know, we’ve done several diagnostic tests, and unfortunately, we found that you’ve missed your period because you’re going through premature menopause.”
    “What does that mean?” I ask, dreading the answer.
    “It means that you’re in early menopause because your ovaries have stopped functioning normally. One medical cause of this is premature ovarian failure.”
    “But I don’t feel any different.”
    “You’ve mentioned having hot flashes, which is one of the symptoms. Sometimes symptoms don’t occur or you might not have noticed them.”
    “So I’ll never get my period again?” I question.
    “Yes, that’s correct. The cycle has stopped.”
    “How’s this possible?”
    “Most of the time, we can’t find an explanation for it, but known causes are genetic conditions, autoimmune disorders, and infections.”
    “And what’s the treatment?”
    “Unfortunately, there’s no reverse treatment for premature menopause,” she informs me as she checks her computer screen where my file is opened.
    “Can I still get pregnant?”
    “Oh, definitely; however, you can’t use your own eggs.”
    That isn’t an option for me; I’m Catholic. I need to know if I’ll be able to conceive a child of my own. “But can I have children of my own?”
    “Not biological, no. I’m so sorry, Rosalia,” she explains in an empathetic tone. “There are other options, though. In select cases, pregnancy can be achieved using donor eggs, and when that time comes, I’ll be happy to recommend a very good specialist. In the meantime, an important thing to remember about premature menopause is that there’s an increased risk for low bone density due to