**Blake's POV**
The footage played on every screen in Mount Sinai's waiting room—security cameras from three different news helicopters capturing the moment Aloe fell from that window. Twenty feet of empty space, then impact with unforgiving stone.
I'd watched it seventeen times since arriving at the hospital six hours ago. Each viewing was like taking a knife to the chest, but I couldn't stop myself from seeing it again and again.
She'd jumped rather than let them take her to Switzerland.
She'd chosen potential death over the life Wakes had planned for her.
And it was my fault.
"Blake." Sofia appeared beside me, carrying two cups of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. "The doctors say she's stable. The baby's stable. You need to stop torturing yourself."
"She jumped, Sofia." I cou
