WILL STOOD IN his studio watching a scene in a hospital room, displayed stark and cold on his wall screen. Amidst a jumble of snaking tubes and flickering monitors, Adi lay in bed, unconscious and unmoving.
She looked fragile. She looked small. He’d never thought of Adi as either before. For the past eight years, she’d been the largest thing in his life. Indomitable, unstoppable. Always here. Always here for him.
herehimNow she wasn’t here. Her injuries were beyond what could be treated in the Tower’s own medical facility. She was in Toronto General. She was there. And he was here, in his tower prison, unable even to be with her.
He’d tried. Tried to go outside. Tried to be with her. He’d followed the ambulance in his limo. But only two blocks from his tower, he’d had to tell his driver
