Brielle’s POV
The room fell still again, but the air had changed.
Fiona’s hand trembled as she pulled away from Gregory’s, her eyes darting toward Brielle, who stood frozen at the foot of the bed.
“You heard that, didn’t you?” Brielle asked, voice tight, low. “What does he mean, I need to know?”
Fiona opened her mouth. Closed it. Then looked at Gregory again—his face pale, his breaths shallow, his body a mere whisper of the man he’d always been.
“Tell me,” Brielle demanded. “Tell me what you’re both hiding.”
Fiona took a step toward her daughter, but Brielle backed away.
“I deserve to know.”
The silence thickened until Fiona finally nodded. “Yes,” she said softly. “You do.”
They sat in a quiet corner of the hospital cafeteria—just Fiona, Brielle, and Adrian, who didn’t speak, only
