panicked,” Elena continued. “I tried contacting you again.”
Her voice softened.
“Then they were born at thirty-two weeks.”
Four premature babies.
Four incubators.
NICU bills.
Doctors.
Medical decisions.
And at the same time, Elena was trying to keep a young company alive.
“I was drowning,” she said. “And every time I tried to reach you, another door closed.”
Alex lowered his gaze.
“My mother stopped all of it.”
“That explains why you didn’t receive my calls.”
Elena looked directly at him.
“It doesn’t explain why you left me before any