**Elena's POV** "You didn't pick up." "You didn't call back." "I called you eleven times, Liam." "I know." He stopped in the middle of the hospital corridor, and I stopped too. For a second we just stood there, a few feet apart, like two people who had walked into the same room from opposite doors and neither of them had planned it. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Same thing you are, probably." "I came to ask him something." "So did I." "Ask him what?" He looked at me. His eyes were red at the edges. He hadn't slept, and neither had I, and we both knew it without saying it. "If he was sure of what he was saying," Liam said. My throat tightened. "That's what I wanted to ask." "Great. Then we're equally pathetic." I laughed. It came out wrong, half a sob, and I pressed my hand against my mouth. Liam made a small movement toward me, then stopped himself, and I watched him do it. That hurt more than anything Richard had said. "Uhm...." "Don't." His voice cracked. "N
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