On Sunday afternoon, someone knocked. I opened the door and found Elias standing there, looking out of place in my modest apartment building. Beside him stood Sophie, her arm in a white cast.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoctor Adelaide!\u201d Sophie said brightly, holding up a container. \u201cDad and I made cookies. He burned the first batch, but these are good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed before I could stop myself.<\/p>\n
Elias looked embarrassed. \u201cWe\u2019re trying to earn forgiveness with sugar. May we come in?\u201d<\/p>\n
Against my better judgment, I stepped aside.<\/p>\n
Sophie immediately noticed the ultrasound photo on my refrigerator. \u201cIs that the baby? It looks like a little bean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s getting bigger every day,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Elias watched me quietly. Then he pulled a velvet-wrapped object from his coat and placed it on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t bring this to buy forgiveness,\u201d he said softly. \u201cI brought it because I want you to know what I\u2019ve been doing since you left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside was an antique wooden music box. It was old and beautiful, but I could see where broken pieces had been carefully repaired.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was destroyed when I found it,\u201d Elias said. \u201cThe gears were rusted. The wood was splintered. I spent five months repairing it because I don\u2019t know how to fix things with words, Adelaide.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned the brass key. A delicate waltz filled the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt still has scars,\u201d he said, touching a repaired crack. \u201cBut it plays. That has to count for something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could respond, the intercom buzzed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoctor Adelaide? A woman named Genevieve is here to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Genevieve?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy ex-wife,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Five minutes later, a stunning woman in an immaculate trench coat stepped into my apartment. Her eyes went straight to Elias.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Elias. I see you finally found your courage,\u201d she said, then turned to me. \u201cAnd you must be Adelaide. You received the blanket?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sent it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSophie talks to me every night. She mentioned the pretty doctor who looked very sad a few months ago. I put the pieces together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias stepped forward. \u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo warn her,\u201d Genevieve said calmly. Then she looked at me. \u201cEvery woman who loves a broken man needs one.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked to the music box. \u201cI loved him for four years. I thought I could melt the walls he built after his parents died. He was never cruel, but he was a coward. I left because I refused to be a ghost in my own marriage. If he is fixing music boxes and showing up at your door, then he is doing for you what he never could do for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She touched my arm gently. \u201cHe cares about you more than his fear. But make him earn every inch.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she kissed Sophie\u2019s head and left.<\/p>\n
I turned to Elias.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery word,\u201d he said, eyes wet. \u201cBut I don\u2019t want to be that man anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, sharp pain tore through my abdomen. My knees buckled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdelaide!\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias caught me as everything went dark.<\/p>\n
I woke to hospital monitors.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe baby?\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe baby is holding strong,\u201d said Naomi, my closest friend and senior obstetrician. \u201cSevere preeclampsia caused your blood pressure to spike. You were lucky Elias got you here when he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to sit up. \u201cI need to get back to work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are the patient now,\u201d Naomi said firmly. \u201cStrict bed rest until delivery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears slipped down my face.<\/p>\n
When Naomi left, Elias took my hand. \u201cI canceled my schedule for the next two months. I stepped back from the board. I\u2019m not leaving you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t pause your whole empire for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no empire without you,\u201d he said. \u201cI almost lost you today. I won\u2019t run again.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the next two weeks, I stayed in Elias\u2019s brownstone. He learned to check my blood pressure, made low-sodium meals, read to me when anxiety became too heavy, and never once made me feel like a burden. Genevieve visited with Sophie, and strangely, I began to treasure her sharp, honest support.<\/p>\n
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