Elena's POV
I have no memory of how I made it to the hospital, but somehow I did. Just in time.
I bolted to the reception desk, sweat coating my face, my heart hammering against my ribs. The urge to break down right there almost overwhelmed me, but I couldn't fall apart. Not when my baby needed me.
"Hi there," I panted to the nurse stationed behind the counter. "I need to see my son."
"Full name?" she asked.
"Oliver Vane."
Her fingers clicked across the keyboard for what felt like an eternity. Every second that passed made me want to leap over that counter and take control of the damn computer myself.
Finally, she looked up. "Sorry, no patient by that name."
My world tilted. "Look again."
"I double-checked, ma'am," she said with finality.
Fighting off the panic clawing at my throat, I pulled out my phone and called Minnie.
"Where the hell are you?" I demanded the moment she picked up.
"Saint Luke's Hospital," Minnie's voice trembled.
"I'm standing at reception."
