tal room, his chest heaving, h

ned. Else was sitting up in bed, looking perfectly fine

supplies. Conrad grabbed her by the s

superficial scratch. It didn't even need st

lifted, replaced by a burning, all-consuming rag

ive. "The wound might be shallow, but her

the word clipped and c

mbled out of bed, throwing her arms

r face in his back. "I'm scared,

ne. He shoved her away, letting her fa

ad nurse, Jenna, came running down th

ur wife is hemorrhaging! She needs Rh-negative

s fingers flying across the screen. "I'll send

ime! She's bleeding out too fast. She has maybe fifteen

ke a death sentence. He stood frozen, a w

ow, sinister smile crept across her face. S

casually, her voice cutting th

e over to her, grabbing her sho

ked on his. "If you want my blood, yo

he thought he knew, but a greedy, venomous stranger. A cold dread, separate from his agonizing fear for Crista, began to coil in his gut. The illusion of Else as a pure, innocent savior shattered completely in that split second. The realization that he had been ma

look scared. She smirked, a cruel, mocking sound

ting his arm, trying to free her daughter. The ro

frustration in her eyes. "Mr. Anderson!

. He looked into her eyes, seeing nothing

losed his eyes, the defeat and pain

s voice a broken wh

er, pulling out the divorce papers she had kept waiting

he signed his name, the pen tearing through the sheet. He had just sig