ADRIAN
Daniel’s words kept replaying in my head long after he left the room.
His expression told me everything before he even opened his mouth. Defeat. Guilt. Fear of how I would take the news.
He stood at the foot of Isabella’s bed, hands in the pockets of his white coat, eyes avoiding mine.
“The bleeding wasn’t just from stress,” he said quietly. “The medication she was given… it triggered it. But the baby is safe.”
For a moment, the world stopped. Baby. Safe. The word hit me like a blow to the chest—relief so sharp it hurt. But it was buried under something darker, heavier.
Daniel cleared his throat, voice low. “She needs rest. I’ll monitor her closely.”
I didn’t answer.
"For what's it worth, I am glad you're back. Your wife was thinking about you the whole time."
Daniel hesit
