His palm was warm, contrasting with the cold sweat on my skin.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to me.

“I didn’t know, Hannah,” he said. “I swear I didn’t know.”

I squeezed his hand back with the very little strength I had left.

“Go,” I whispered.

“Get the kids,” I said.

“They are safe in the pediatric wing for now,” Ethan said.

“I’m going to end this,” he said.

He looked at his mother, his eyes cold and resolved.

“I am going to the estate,” Ethan said.

“Ethan, do not do this,” Eleanor said, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

“You will ruin everything we have built,” she said.

“You already ruined the only thing that mattered,” Ethan said.

He stuffed the burner phone into his white lab coat pocket.

He walked past his mother without looking at her.

The door swung shut behind him.

Eleanor stood in the center of the room for a long moment.

She turned her head slowly to look at me.

Her eyes were filled with pure venom.

“You think you won,” she said.

“But you don’t know my husband,” she said.