DOMINIC
"How are they?" I asked the moment I reached him.
The doctor paused as he spotted me. He leaned toward a nurse, murmured something, and she nodded before walking away. Then he turned back to me.
"Mr. Fletcher," he began cautiously, "I need you to listen to me."
My chest tightened. Not this again. What the hell was it with doctors never going straight to the damned point? I asked a simple question. A yes or no would've sufficed. Why did they always have to start with a speech?
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep it together. I couldn't afford to lose it now.
"Your wife and son are alive."
"They are?" The words caught in my throat. I gasped, one hand flying to my chest as a sob of relief tore through me.
"Thank goodness," Clara breathed behind me.
I turned, realizing they'd all been listening—Clara, Richard, and William. Their faces were pale, eyes locked on the doctor, holding on to every word the same way I was.
