My mother answered on the second ring, breathless, as if she had been waiting with the phone in her hand.
“Adrien, finally. Listen to me before she fills your head with tears.”
I closed my eyes.
Lucie’s fingers tightened around the sheet, but she stayed silent.
“No,” I said. “You will listen.”
The line went quiet.
I could hear my mother breathing, offended before any accusation had even reached her.
“Lucie is in the hospital,” I said. “The baby is at risk, and your words helped bring her here.”
