"Ms. Bellandi, the items you placed in our cold storage have exceeded the holding period. Please come to collect them as soon as possible."
The word items turned my vision red at the edges.
Right. To them, it was nothing more than a pair of lost fetuses. Just another catalogued item with a case number.
The pain of that day still echoed inside my body. I pressed it down, kept my voice low. "Fine. I'll be right there."
After I hung up, I left for the hospital immediately.
I'd intended to go straight to the cold storage unit, but passing through the inpatient wing, I caught sight of Julian Moretti through an open doorway.
The doctor stood at his bedside, voice heavy. "I'm sorry, Mr. Moretti. The crash caused severe damage to your left wrist. I'm afraid competitive racing is no longer possible."
Adrian Winslow was draped over the edge of the bed, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
Julian coaxed her gently. "Don't cry, be good. It breaks my heart when you cry like that."