Juhan: POV
The cab pulled up to the hospital entrance, and I paid the driver, barely registering the amount.
Nancy followed me out, cradling her bandaged hand against her chest, her face pale under the harsh streetlights.
“This way,” I said, guiding her through the automatic doors.
The emergency room was quieter than I expected for a Friday night. A few people scattered across the waiting area- man with a bloody towel presund to his forehead, a mother rocking a feverish toddler, an elderly couple speaking in hushed tones. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in
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I walked Nancy to the reception desk, gave the nurse her information, and then stepped back, scanning the room out of habit
That’s when I saw her.
Elena.
She was sitting in the corner, her back to me, her brown hair falling over her shoulders.
Alexander was beside her, leaning in close, holding a small plastic fork. He said something I couldn’t hear, and she laughed–soft, musical, the sound cutting through me like a blade.
He was feeding her cake.
Strawberry cake, from the looks of it. The kind with too much frosting and little pink sprinkles. The kind Lila had asked for.
My feet moved before my brain caught up.
I crossed the waiting room in long strides, my pulse hammering in my ears. Nancy called after me-“Julian?“–but I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down.
Alexander saw me first. His expression shifted from easy affection to cold wariness in an instant. He straightened, pulling the fork back, but it was too late.
I knocked it out of his hand.
The cake splattered onto the floor, frosting smearing across the tile in a sticky pink mess. The fork clattered somewhere under a chair.
Elena’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with shock. Then they narrowed.
“Mr. Sterling,” she said, her voice sharp and brittle. “What the hell are you doing here?*
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Because she was staring at me like I was a stranger. Like I was some lunatic who’d just assaulted her dessert.
And maybe I was.
‘Julian.” Alexander stood, placing himself between us. “You need to leave.”
‘I need to-‘ I let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through my hair. “You’re the one who needs to leave. You’re the one who’s been lying to her for four
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I saved her life Alexander said, his voice for and dangerous. “Where were you when she was drowning? Where were you when she woke up in a hospital head with in memmy of who the wi
I was looking for her! 1 shouted, my control snapping. I was tearing this city apart trying en find her while you were playing house with my wife!
Yuor ex wife, Alexander corrected. You signed the papers. You let her go.”
“I didn’t let her go.” I said, my voice breaking. She left. And I’ve spent every day since then trying to get her back.”
Elena stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “Stop it. Both of you, just–stop.”
I looked at her, and my chest tightened. She was holding herself like she was bracing for impact, her arms wrapped around her middle, fier jaw set.
“Elena
‘Don’t she said, cutting me off. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but I don’t want any part of it.”
“Elena, please”
“Mom?”
The small voice came from behind her. I looked past Elena and saw Lila sitting in the chair, her eyes half–open, her flushed cheek pressed against the
armrest. She blinked up at us, confused and drowsy.
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