He crossed to me, ignoring the room full of stunned executives. The anger drained from his face, replaced by a tenderness that broke my heart all over again.

He reached out, his large hands hovering a moment before he cupped Grace’s feverish head.

“I am so sorry, Hannah,” he whispered, a tear finally sliding down his cheek onto his lapel. “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make this right.

I promise you. But right now, we have somewhere more important to be.”

“Where?” I asked, my heart pounding hard enough to crack a rib.

“The hospital,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Let’s go save our daughter.”