Lena was still in her thoughts when the door burst open, pushed with force by Alejandro. He stormed inside, his presence filling the room instantly.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up, with his tie askew and his hair disheveled like he had run his hands through it too many times.

“Lily—” His voice cracked as his eyes landed on the bed. In two strides, he was at her side, dropping to his knees.

“Elise.” He took her hand carefully, as if afraid the slightest pressure would hurt her. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, his forehead pressing against her arm. “No… no, no, no.”

His shoulders shook once, a tremor...