The Sterling Fall
Language: en
We had been divorced for four years when I ran into Lucas Sterling at the hospital. I was there to pick up a pathology report. He was there to visit his newborn son. We stood in the elevator in silence, the air thick with unspoken history. Neither of us was willing to break the ice. But the moment I stepped out, he chased after me. "Elena," he called out, his voice laced with concern. "Are you sick? Do you need my help?" I shook my head, keeping my expression flat. "I’m not the patient. My child is." He froze. His eyes drifted to the waiting area, where a little girl in a floral…