Friday morning, 8:30.
The corridor outside the OB-GYN operating rooms at Fairhaven General Hospital was unusually quiet.
After the procedure, through my grogginess, I heard Adrian's voice.
"Mr. Reed! You can't go in there! That's a sterile surgical area!"
"Get out of my way!"
Amid a security guard's startled cry and the thud of heavy footsteps, a figure in black broke through the people blocking him and charged inside.
Adrian.
He wasn't wearing his usual impeccable suit, only a badly wrinkled black coat. His hair was disheveled, dark stubble shadowing his jaw.
He looked so haggard that he might have aged 10 years. Only his bloodshot eyes blazed with a frantic, agonized intensity.
The gurney stopped. The nurses stared at the intruder in alarm.
Adrian dropped in front of it, his kn
