Morgan's POV
2:17 p.m. — Mexico, Hospital
My phone rang while I reviewed Ava's latest blood work.
Ezra.
Shit.
Between Ava's attack, the ventilator, and everything happening with Project Orchid.
I'd barely thought about anything beyond keeping her alive.
Including calling my husband.
I answered.
“Hey, Babe.”
“You better have a damn good explanation, Morgan.”
I closed my eyes.
“Shit.”
“Yeah. That's a start.”
“Ezra—”
“Do you have any idea how I found out Ava nearly died?”
“Cloe?”
“Damn right, Cloe!”
“I was going to call.”
“When? Next f*****g Christmas?”
“Babe, listen—”
“No, you listen. I called Cloe about her missed training session.
"Instead, she tells me our baby sis is in a Mexican hospital because some bastard attacked her!”
“She's doing better.”
“That's not the p
