“What’s going on?” Naomi frowned, confusion sharpening her voice.
Julian had always been healthy. How could he suddenly lose so much blood?
Ethan’s voice on the other end was tight with urgency. “Julian’s injured. The hospital’s blood reserves aren’t enough. Can you please come and donate? You two share the same blood type.”
By the end, there was almost a note of pleading in his tone.
A flash of pain crossed Naomi’s eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. Her expression turned cold, her voice distant. “Julian is under your care now. This is your failure as a father. I don’t have time.”
She wanted nothing to do with Ethan or Julian.
The words had barely left her lips when an inexplicable ache tightened in her chest.
No matter what had happened between them, Julian was the child she ha
