“I need you to do something,” she said.
Julian straightened.
“Anything.”
“Go to the nurses’ station. Help them move patients away from the stairwells.”
He stared at her.
“You don’t want me here?”
“No.”
The answer hurt them both.
“But I don’t want you running either.”
Julian nodded slowly.
For once, he did not argue.
He looked at Audrey’s stomach, then at her face.
“I am sorry.”
She said nothing.
He turned and walked toward the nurses’ station.
Seraphina watched him leave.
“Do you believe him?”
“About room 314?”
“About being sorry.”
Audrey leaned back as the contraction eased.
“I believe he is sorry.”
“That isn’t the same as forgiveness.”
“No.”
Elena began moving the bed again.
“That can wait,” she said gently. “Right now, we take care of you and your son.”
They entered the neonatal wing.