EMBER’S POV
No. Not possible.
Knox’s eyes narrow. “Her mother?”
“We haven’t really spoken in eight years,” I say, voice tight. “She disowned me when I married Gale.”
“She’s very insistent,” the nurse continues. “And… she’s sobbing. She’s saying she flew in from Beijing the moment she heard what happened. She’s threatening to call the police if we don’t let her in.”
Knox stands, and the casual way he moves is somehow more threatening than if he’d exploded.
“Tell security she’s not to come anywhere near this room without my express permission.”
“Wait.” The word escapes before I can stop it.
Knox turns, studying me with an unreadable expression.
“Maybe I should see her,” I hear myself say.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” And I don’t. “She’s still my mother… Maybe I should.”
The truth is mo
