stared at him.
“Dad?”
Adrian closed his eyes briefly.
The pregnant woman looked between us, her expression shifting from pain to confusion.
“You’re Hannah?”
That made it worse.
She knew me.
I didn’t know her.
“My name is Maren,” she said carefully. “I’m Adrian’s daughter.”
The hallway seemed to tilt.
When another contraction struck, Adrian guided her into the wheelchair and asked the nurse to take her inside. He promised he would follow shortly.
As soon as the double doors closed behind her, I turned toward him.
“You told me
