The moment Andrew’s name left the doctor’s lips, the air in the room turned frigid.

Gabriel’s jaw tightened.

His gaze flickered to my pale face, and he forced a reassuring smile. “Don’t overthink it. I’ll go get Andrew now.”

Before I could respond, the door swung shut behind him.

I stared blankly out the window, my fingers curling into the hospital sheets.

What’s the point?

Andrew was probably with Elsa right now, holding her, comforting her—choosing her all over again.

I swallowed hard, pushing the bitter thought aside.

But minutes later, Gabriel returned.

And he brought Andrew with him.

Along with Elsa.

The room suddenly felt cramped, suffocating.

Andrew’s presence...