Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

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I took Louis from the staff member and I held him. He pressed his face against ray shoulder and I felt lim breathing in the fast shallow way of someone who was holding something very large very tightly and trying to process it.

“She’s being helped,” I said. The words came out because they were the words available. “They’re helping her. She’s being helped.”

He didn’t say anything but his hands gripped on tightly to my shirt wrinkling it as he refused to look away.

I held him and watched the medical teams work and thought about Bianca in a room somewhere in the dark and James Wright unconscious on the pavement and the necklace on the woman they were lifting onto a stretcher, visible at her throat, the dark stone catching the early morning light.

They took them inside.

The crowd reorganized itself around the aftermath, the specific second act of a public emergency where the immediate crisis had passed and the commentary began. I heard pieces of it without trying to.

Someone said she jumped.

Someone said they both fell from the roof, by accident or probably they were pushed by someone else on the roof.

Someone said there had been a confrontation on the roof, that two staff members had seen them go up together and then heard something.

I moved Louis through the crowd and into the hospital behind the stretchers, Klaus at my shoulder. The entrance staff let us through without challenge, which meant either Klaus had communicated something or my face had communicated something. Probably both.

The emergency bay was controlled chaos in the specific way of an institution that had trained for exactly this, everyone moving with purpose, the vocabulary of a trauma team doing what trauma teams did. I stood at the edge of the bay with Louis against my side and watched them work.

James was alive. I could tell this from the activity around him, which had the quality of stabilization rather than resuscitation.

r His numbers were going in the right direction. Someone said something about a head injury and someone else said something about his shoulder and a third person said GCS and a number I didn’t catch.

The other stretcher had a curtain around it within thirty seconds of arriving.

I looked at Klaus.

He was already on his phone, turned slightly away from the room, speaking in the low even tone he used when the conversation was critical and the content was not for general hearing. He caught my eye and nodded once, which meant he was handling

Louis tugged my sleeve.

I looked down at him.

not resolved, but contained. He had folded His face had the quality it sometimes had after something had passed through him the large thing into somewhere he could manage it and was now looking at me with the eyes of someone who needed information more than comfort.

“Is James going to be okay?” he said, looking worried as i brushed his hair from his face before replying to his question.

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“They’re working on him,” I said. “The people here are very good and James is a wolf, he will heal faster than possible..” “He’s my friend,” Louis said The statement was simple and complete in the way his important statements usually were.

“I know,” I said.

“And Bianca.” He looked at the curtained stretcher and then back at me. His voice was careful, the specific carefulness of someone who had something important to say and was choosing the right moment. “Dad. That’s not Bianca.”

I looked at him.

“I know,” he said. “I know it looks like her. But it’s not her.” He held my eyes. “Is it.”

The emergency bay moved around us. The medical team worked. The monitors made their sounds. Somewhere behind a curtain the woman who had been in my house for weeks and worn Bianca’s face and given my son something in a cup every night was receiving the medical attention of people who believed they were treating Bianca Morrison.

I crouched down to Louis’s level.

“No,” I said. “It’s not her.”

He breathed. One long breath in and one long breath out, the controlled breathing of someone who had known something for a long time and had just been given permission to know it out loud. “I told Klaus something was wrong,” he said.

“I know you did.”

“You should have believed me sooner.”

“Yes,” I said. “I should have.”

He looked at me with the grave eyes that had always been older than his face. “Where is she?”

“I’m going to find her,” I said. “That’s what’s happening right now. That’s what Klaus is doing on his phone. We are finding her.

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Louis looked at the curtain. Then he looked back at me.

“She’s been gone for a long time,” he said. “Hasn’t she.”

I put my hand on the side of his face. “Yes.”

He leaned into it for a moment, the brief contact of someone accepting something they would rather not have to accept. Then he

straightened.

“Okay,” he said.

One word. All the things that lived around it staying unsaid.

I stood up as i looked around, to see what was happening around me.

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Klaus had ended his call and was beside me. He said nothing immediately, which meant he was rearranging what he wanted to tell me, first before telling me.

Outside, the crowd was still there, talking in hushed tones, as the security guards shut down the place incase they had been pushed by someone else and wanted to find the person who was behind this, after all, Dr Bianca and Dr James were good friends and had no reason to push each other off a building terrace.. Inside, the morning had become something none of us had planned for, the specific shape of a crisis that had moved from theoretical to immediate without enough warning.

Somewhere in the city, the ritual window was down to hours.

And Bianca was still in a room I hadn’t found yet.

“Tell me what you know,” I said to Klaus.

He told me.

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