My vision swam, but Weston's panicked face cut through the haze.
"Honey..." he started.
Just then, my phone chimed as a new message arrived. "It is handled," the text read.
I came to in a sterile white room, and the sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose.
Voices murmured nearby. "This is on me, Mr. Cole," Hadley's voice dripped with guilt. "If I had not lost my footing, Madam would not be here."
"Stop blaming yourself," Weston said. "I know it was an accident. If anyone is at fault, it is me. I should have caught her."
"It was nobody's fault," Hadley replied. "Do not torture yourself, not with the baby."
She continued, "But we do not even know when Madam will wake up. When she does, I am afraid... I do not want to come between you."
"If she is upset, you will take it hardest," Had
