Grey's POV

Carlos.

Always a damn interruption.

Sara’s face drained of color at his voice, and I gripped her hand, my touch a silent vow that she was safe with me. Her pulse thrummed beneath my fingers, betraying her fear.

“Sara?” Carlos called again, his voice muffled through the locked bathroom door.

I shook my head, urging her to stay silent. If she didn’t answer, he’d assume she wasn’t here when he found the door locked. But Sara, ever unpredictable, spoke.

“Carlos?” ...