hour. The halls were empty, the floors polished to a mi

dmitting doctor had kicked her out while they ran tests, leaving her

this mess who understood. Her thumb hovered over the call button, but she hesitated. What would she even say? "Hey, my mother-i

She walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing softly. At the end of the hall

the corner, she

sing, and unmis

erself flat against the

bora snarled into her phone. "The plan f

d a hand over her mouth, forcing h

intensity. "Julian's match still hasn't been found. We need the umbilical cord

d tilted

out an heir. It wasn't about securing the Velasquez line. She was just a vessel. A walking incu

violent. She swallowed hard, fighting the urg

she walked away, the sound

oubt, any tiny sliver of hope that maybe-just maybe-Dante was simply misl

cal Therapy & Rehabilitation." She leaned against the wall near an empty nurse's station, trying to catch her brea

oked i

was

pacing like a CEO. He was down o

gown, her pale blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun. She looked fragile,

with a tenderness that Helena had never felt from him. Kinsley smiled, reaching out to run her fingers thr

. Pure, unadult

oms, of Debora's plot, of the black card thrown on the nightstand. She thought of

as if the well inside her had run completely d

silent. She turned and walked down the dark

ming out. "He's stable, Mrs. Velasquez. We're moving h

say. The voice sounded distant,

hit her face, sharp and biting, but she didn't flinch. She stood on

ty. Her heart wasn't broken. It was dead. And a