Losing them. Losing either of them isn’t an option. They need to fight. They have to be okay. If love is enough to save someone, then these two have more of it than they can ever need from me.

“You have a sister. Her name is Amelia, and she needs you.” I look up to Jessica. “She needs you, and I need you. I need you more than I need air, Jessica. I was so wrong. Please,” I beg, “please forgive me. Please let me make this right.”

The sound of a throat clearing comes from the door. The nurse gives me a sad smile, and I turn my head and breathe, trying to get a grip on my emotions.

“We need to take her to the chamber now.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Another person enters. “Hello, I’m Dr. Ryan, and I’m monitoring any changes with the baby.”

“I’m the father. Can you tell me anything?”

She smiles. “The first round in the chamber helped, which is why we’re doing it again. As of now, I feel hopeful.”

The nurse finishes attaching things to the side of the bed before patting my shoulder. “We’re ready.”

“We’ll be out to let you all know how it goes.”

And now we wait—again, and I hope she fights and returns to me.

Winnie reaches over, taking my hand. “It’ll be okay.”

I close my eyes, resting my head back on the wall. “I heard her during the fire. I listened, and . . . I just kept thinking that I was going to hear her die. I’m hours away, and I can’t get to her. She’s going to die, and I can’t save her, and the last thing I said to her was to leave.”

“You guys fought?”

“I found out something that . . . well, it caused me to be a dick. I hurt her.”

“Jessica has guilt too, Gray. She felt awful about being cleared and keeping it from you.”

“She’s also pregnant,” I say, not wanting to remember the awful argument about her being cleared to fly again.

Winnie smiles softly. “I know. Does that change things?”

“Of course it does.”

“I think she was worried about that too.”

I look at her sister, a younger version of Jessica. “Why?”

Winnie sighs and shrugs, pulling her hand back. “You’re both idiots. I want to go on the record here. Your last girlfriend got pregnant and left you. Here she was, pregnant and given the all clear to leave. She was terrified.”

“And I did exactly what she feared.”

She doesn’t dispute it. “Delia filled me in on what Jess told her, which wasn’t much. I’m sure your side is different.”