Dominic
White hospital walls closed around me, the antiseptic smell triggering memories of another time, another crisis—the day the twins were born. The irony wasn't lost on me that those same children, now the center of my universe, were safe because of precautions I'd established after Robert's first threat.
The doctor finished examining the laceration on my side where debris from the explosion had caught me. "You're fortunate, Mr. Sterling," she remarked, applying fresh bandages. "Two inches higher and we'd be having a very different conversation."
"Fortune favors the prepared," I replied, thinking of the tactical body armor I'd worn beneath my shirt. The explosion had been powerful enough to penetrate it, but the protection had prevented the worst.
"You'll need to limit physical ac
