Chapter 12

They brought him back in the ambulance. Twice. The surgery took seven hours. I sat in the waiting room in a blood-soaked dress, Leo asleep in my lap, Theo on the chair beside me. Four years ago, I bled in a hospital while Callum sat beside another woman's bed. Now I was the one waiting. The one praying. The irony didn't feel sweet. It felt like being skinned. At 3 AM, the doors opened. Margaret Ashford walked in. Callum's mother. The woman who'd told me to know my place. She looked a hundred...