Delphine had gone the color of the wall behind her.
“Why is he here?”
Xavier stopped beside me and rested a hand lightly at my back — not tender, exactly; steadying.
“Because Larissa asked me to come.”
Weston’s smirk finally wavered, because he knew Xavier by reputation, the way everyone in the city did, and there was no reason on earth for the director of Meridian’s reproductive medicine center to be standing at my shoulder unless the ground had shifted under him without his noticing.
“I have the final laboratory report,” Xavier said.
“What report?”
“The report proving,” Xavier said, calm as still water, “that Larissa was never infertile.”
Silence swallowed the corridor.
The nurses had stopped pretending not to listen.