“What signs should we watch for?”
“What would make delivery necessary?”
“What does Elena need tonight?”
Dr. Sloan answered him with a hint of approval.
I hated that, too.
After she left, Adrian stood beside the bed. “I should go.”
I looked up, surprised.
“You don’t want to stay?”
“I want to stay more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.” His voice lowered. “But I don’t know whether my staying helps you or pressures you.”
The monitors clicked and sighed around us.
Six months earlier, on the night the divorce papers arrived, I had waited until sunrise for him to call. Every hour had passed like a verdict. By morning, my hope had turned into something brittle.
“You didn’t come,” I said.
His face tightened. “I was told you refused to see me.”
“What?”
“My attorney said your lawyer threatened a restraining order if I approached you.”
“I never had a lawyer.”
The room seemed to tilt.
Adrian stared at me. “Elena.”
“I signed because your lawyers sent everything already prepared. I thought you wanted it clean and fast.”
“I never signed divorce papers.”
Cold moved over my skin.
“That’s not funny.”
“I’m not trying to be.”
Mara, who had been quietly scrolling near the window, lowered her phone. “Wait. What do you mean you never signed?”