She stared at him.
“You sound like a lawyer.”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
For the first time that night, Alex seemed uncomfortable.
“A man who made enough mistakes to learn how evidence works.”
The private hospital Alex chose had security guards waiting at a side entrance.
Nobody asked us to fill out paperwork.
Nobody asked for insurance.
A trauma physician met Sophie before we had crossed the lobby.
That was the first moment I realized how much influence Alex still had.
While Sophie was examined, Alex and I sat in a silent corridor.
Ten years had passed since we'd shared a room alone.
I studied his profile.
“You told her I kept you away?”
“No.”
“You said somebody told you she didn't want you.”
He rubbed his palms together.
“Evelyn, not tonight.”
“Who told you?”
“We can discuss it later.”
“No. Ten years, Alex.”
His jaw tightened.
“I received letters.”
