The truth is out.

At the doctor's question, Isabella felt everyone's gaze burn holes in her face. She blushed, embarrassed by the stares, and stepped forward.

"I am." She croaked.

Her eyes were red from crying. Her arms were heavy from carrying Samuel, but she couldn't put him down. She had just spent the past hours regretting a lot of things. If he got sick from touching the hospital floor, she would never live through it.

The old doctor nodded. "I figured as much. He woke up quite a few times before the surgery, while we were prepping him, and he kept muttering your name."

Isabella winced at his words. One, when he had said 'prepping', he made it sound like Seth was some five-course meal that needed prepping. It was quite weird. Two, knowing that Seth had called for her several times made a load of guilt on her chest seem heavier. How would she live it all down?

"Thank you, doctor," Nate said after a long while of awkward silence had settled on them. "We'll go and complete the family clearance so