He let out a quiet sigh. "Racing was always dangerous. You worried about me every time. I'd already been thinking about stepping away. This just moved up the timeline, that's all." His voice softened further. "Didn't you always say I neglected you because of racing? Now I can't compete anymore, so all that time belongs to you."
He paused, and his tone grew warmer still. "Our wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Let's hold a banquet at the Midnight Gala. Celebrate properly. How does that sound?"
The tenderness in every word, the careful coaxing, made it impossible not to understand how much she meant to him.
Adrian Winslow finally broke into a teary smile, wiped her face, and held out her little finger like a child, hooking it through his.
"Promise."
The scene drove a sharp, twisting ache through my chest.
I didn't want to watch anymore. I pulled my gaze away and turned toward the cold storage corridor.
I hadn't taken more than a few steps before Adrian Winslow's voice reached me from behind.
I turned. She was hurrying after me, slightly out of breath.
"Adrian, you're at the hospital and you didn't even let anyone know?"