Alexander’s POV:

I sat frozen on the edge of the hospital bed, my wife’s hand trembling in mine as the words tumbled out of her. “It’s all my fault.” Namara whispered, her voice cracking. “It’s all my fault, Alex.”

The raw guilt in her tone hit me like a blow so I leaned forward instantly, cupping her uninjured cheek with my palm, careful not to press on the fresh bandage. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, and the sight of them twisted something deep inside my ...