When Ella was moved into a private ward, she was still holding onto Alexander's hand as the nurses wheeled her in. As soon as she got in, her eyes took in the people waiting. Seeing them made her smile. In the room were Cassandra, Henry, and a middle-aged man. But what caught her attention most was the new face. He looked so much like Alexander it was almost unsettling.
Her eyes instinctively shifted to Alexander, whose hand was still firmly wrapped around hers.
Alexander noticed her stare, "My... dad," he said softly.
Ella blinked. 'His dad?' She had suspected it, but hearing it still startled her.
Alexander cleared his throat slightly, "Dad, this is Antonella Thompson. Babe... my dad."
Ella's back straightened slightly despite being on the hospital bed. She suddenly became aware of herself, of her appearance.
"Hello, sir," she greeted quickly, suddenly aware of how she looked, how she sounded... everything. 'Was 'sir' too formal?' She wondered.
