I tried to keep my voice steady.
“I called for medical help.”
For several seconds, he simply stared at me.
Then he walked toward the stairs.
“You did what?”
“Our daughter needs a doctor, Adrian.”
“I told you she doesn’t.”
His voice was no longer controlled.
It was sharp and furious.
“Get out of my way.”
He attempted to push past me.
I stepped between him and Maya’s room.
“You’re not going near her until the paramedics arrive.”
Adrian grabbed my forearm.
Hard.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Pain shot through my wrist.
“Let go.”
“Call them back and cancel it.”
“No.”
His fingers tightened.
“Elena, you’re making a very serious mistake.”
I looked into the face of the man I’d married eight years earlier.
For the first time, I saw neither love nor concern.
Only calculation.
And fear.
Not fear for our daughter.
Fear of what a doctor might discover.
