Jake’s face darkened, but he kept his voice steady. “He picked a hell of a time, didn’t he?”

Harley managed a weak smile, her eyes still glossy with unshed tears. “Yeah, he did.”

Jake shook his head, a mixture of disbelief and anger flashing across his features. “You deserve so much better than that, Harley. You’ve always been the strong one—even if you don’t always believe it.”

Harley’s gaze drifted toward the window, past the stark hospital walls to the skyline beyond. “I used to think we were happy,” she murmured. “But maybe I was just blind.”