Alessia stood inside, arms folded, eyes blazing.

“Well, isn’t this lovely,” she drawled. “The doctor says no contact, yet here you both are, playing happy family?”

I stiffened. “Alessia I don’t have the strength….”

“Oh, shut up, Zoe.” She walked forward. “Do you ever get tired of being pathetic? He doesn’t remember you, yet you cling to him like some desperate leech.”

“Alessia,” Brayden warned, voice low. “Stop.”

“No!” she snapped, eyes ...