Alistair drove fast to the hospital. He found Nellie in a crowded room with an oxygen mask on her face. When she saw him, she turned her head away.
“I am not here to say sorry just to make myself feel good,” Alistair said, sitting next to her. “I am here because I know the whole truth now.”
Nellie closed her eyes and cried.
“So you know your mother killed our boy,” she whispered.
“I know she tried to take him,” Alistair said. “I know she hid the accident. And I know my own weakness let her do it.”
She looked at him with tired, angry eyes.
“You left me when things got hard,” she said. “When I lost the babies, you stayed at work. The day my mother died, you went to a business meeting. When I got pregnant with Sawyer, you were already with Olivia.”
Alistair put his head down.
