Anna's POV:

I cross the street to where Alexander's car waits.

The door unlocks. I slide inside.

He doesn't look at me. Just stares straight ahead.

Behind us, I don't see Mary watching from the hospital entrance. Don't see the jealousy twisting her face as she recognizes the expensive car. Recognizes the man behind the wheel.

'First Allen. Now this guy. Why does she get all the luck?'

But I don't know any of that. I'm too focused on Alexander's rigid ...