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<\/figure>\nThen I called Garrett again.<\/p>\n
And again.<\/p>\n
And again.<\/p>\n
Eighteen times while doctors fought for Ethan. Eighteen times while I stood beside my child, helpless and terrified. Eighteen times while my son needed his father.<\/p>\n
Garrett never answered.<\/p>\n
When Dr. Michael Harris finally stepped back with defeat written across his face, he said the words that split my life in two.<\/p>\n
\u201cTime of death, 11:47 p.m.\u201d<\/p>\n
For two hours, I sat beside Ethan without crying. The grief had gone too deep for tears. It hollowed me out until even breathing felt wrong.<\/p>\n
At 2:17 a.m., Garrett appeared at the end of the hallway.<\/p>\n
Cashmere coat. Polished shoes. Disheveled hair.<\/p>\n
Not from rushing.<\/p>\n
From something else.<\/p>\n
The moment he saw me, his face changed too quickly, shifting into concern like a mask.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire,\u201d he said, hurrying toward me. \u201cWhat happened? My phone died. I came as soon as I saw your messages.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the man our son had called for in his final moments.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur son died asking for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth opened, then closed. Horror crossed his face, but not fast enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he whispered. \u201cNo, that can\u2019t be true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt happened three hours ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sank into the chair beside me and covered his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry. God, Claire, I\u2019m so sorry. I should have been here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said emptily. \u201cYou should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then his phone slipped from his coat pocket and hit the floor.<\/p>\n
The screen lit up between us.<\/p>\n
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For one second, the whole hospital disappeared.<\/p>\n
Garrett snatched the phone up, but it was too late.<\/p>\n
Every late meeting, every sudden business trip, every cold excuse from the past year twisted into one ugly truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were with her,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, please\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were with her while our son was dying?\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice broke through the hallway. Nurses turned. A doctor froze.<\/p>\n
Garrett reached for me, panic finally showing on his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
Soft. Broken. Terrifying.<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, the elevator doors opened.<\/p>\n
My father stepped out.<\/p>\n
William Sterling \u2014 billionaire, founder of Sterling Global Industries, and the only man Garrett had ever truly feared.<\/p>\n
His eyes moved from my face to Garrett\u2019s shaking hands, then to the glowing phone in his grip.<\/p>\n
And in that instant, my father understood everything.<\/p>\n
Garrett took one step back.<\/p>\n
Because grief had entered that hospital tonight.<\/p>\n
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