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her mind but, to her dismay, her voice still came out unmistakably shaky.
‘H-how are things going at the clinic?’
‘Good. Very busy. You would have seen some of the publicity over our latest charity case?’
‘Ah…no… Sorry, I’m a bit out of touch. I haven’t seen much news for ages. Is it a paediatric case?’
‘Yes. A ten-year-old Afghan girl—Anoosheh—who was noticed when her orphanage was evacuated. She got abandoned on the doorstep as a toddler when her disease became more extreme. Now she’s got a neurofibromatosis that’s the size of a melon and has disfigured half her face to the extent that she was being used as a servant and kept well hidden from any prospective adoptive parents that visited the orphanage. Not only that, she’s probably lost the sight in one eye and is gradually losing patent airways.’
‘ Oh…poor thing.’
‘Today’s surgery won’t be the last but hopefully the result will be enough to show people that there’s a little girl in there who just needs to be loved. There’s huge media interest and there’s been some offers of adoptive homes in the UK already. I imagine there’s a pack of reporters waiting to pounce on Rafael as soon as he’s out of Theatre. I’ll try and head them off but it’s just as well he can cope with that kind of pressure while he’s operating.’
‘Yes…he’s good at that.’
Because he could detach himself from his own emotional involvement and see the bigger picture?
The way he had even when he’d been dealing with the trauma of his own daughter’s prognosis?
Abbie’s heart was thumping in her chest. She took a deep breath. ‘So he’s…um…okay, then?’
‘Seems to be.’ There was a short silence, as though Ethan was debating whether to say anything more, and then he slid a brief, sideways glance at Abbie. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone try to bury themselves in their work so effectively before. He’s taken on every difficult case he could possibly squeeze into his schedule. And then some. I’ve barely seen him.’
Oh…no confessions of heartbreak over a card session, then. No admitting that he might have made a terrible mistake by issuing the ultimatum that if Abbie insisted on taking Ella to the States then their marriage was over.
But the argument he’d felt so passionately justified in upholding had been that their daughter’s quality of life outweighed its quantity. That they didn’t have the right to put her through so much extra suffering when the chances of success were so small.
Surely the fact that it had worked was enough to justify her decision to go? Wouldn’t Rafael be so thrilled to have the prospect of Ella’s long-term survival that that ultimatum was now irrelevant?
Maybe. But there was more to it, wasn’t there? He was her husband and a proud man. How much damage to their relationship had she done by refusing to respect his opinion and openly defying him?
And worse than that—much worse—she’d taken a sick baby away from her adoring father. She’d seen the pain in Rafael’s eyes as she’d walked away with their daughter in her arms. He hadn’t expected to see her alive again. How painful would that have been? He had every right to hate her for that.
Abbie had had Ella in her arms and she’d still cried all the way to New York.
So Rafael had shut himself away. She’d guessed that by how distant he’d sounded when she’d tried to call him. By how impersonal his email correspondence had rapidly become. He’d buried himself in his work to the extent that when Abbie had reached out in the darkest days, so far away and so lonely and so desperate for support, the response she’d received had seemed cold and clinical. As if his emotional involvement with both herself and Ella was a thing of the past.
Was it all over?
It wouldn’t be fair to try and get any further clues from Ethan.
It was Rafael that Abbie needed to talk to.
Needed to see. The longing was getting stronger by the minute, as if her body realised that the distance between them was closing rapidly. She still loved her husband. Yes, they had pushed each other away and there was a lot to forgive on both sides, but the love was still there. It always would be.
Rafael would welcome Ella back into his life, she had no doubt at all about that. But would she be welcome?
The prospect of the rift between them never healing was terrifying.
With a huge effort, Abbie tried to find some inner strength. To feel positive. She even managed to find a smile to offer Ethan.
‘So what else is happening? Have Leo and Lizzie set a date for the wedding yet?’
‘Yes. It’s going to be the last Saturday in April.’
‘What? Good grief…that’s only a couple of weeks away.’
‘Tell me about it. A quiet affair might have been easily organised but the kind of splash that goes with a high-society wedding at Claridge’s? I’m trying to stay well out of it all.’
Abbie smiled. ‘Good luck with that.’
Ethan snorted. ‘Yeah… I haven’t been entirely successful. Lizzie’s managed to talk me into being best man. And that means I’ll have to come up with some kind of speech.’
‘I’m sure you can do it. Even with a tight deadline. But why are they in such a rush?’
Ethan shrugged. ‘Guess they didn’t want to wait. They’re in love.’
There was something in Ethan’s tone that made the conversation dry up completely at this point. Abbie didn’t know the story behind why the Hunter brothers had been estranged for so many years but, like everyone else associated with the clinic, she was aware of the tension that still lingered between the men. The fact that Lizzie had been the one to persuade Ethan to be best man was evidence that things still weren’t easy.
Was that all there was to whatever was remaining unspoken? Was Ethan happy for Leo or did he have doubts that the marriage would succeed? Maybe she and Rafael were being seen as an example of marrying in haste and repenting at leisure.
The lump in Abbie’s throat made it too hard to take a new breath. To try and distract herself she leaned over Ella and stroked her baby’s cheek softly with her forefinger.
The welling up of love she had for her child wasn’t enough to distract her completely. She and Rafael had been in love like that once. Not very long ago, in fact. They should still be in the honeymoon phase of their marriage but look at where they were now.
What should have been a perfect union so quickly blessed with a beautiful child had been blown apart by a cruel twist of fate.
And now Abbie was returning to where it had all happened.
The pieces of that perfect life were going to be in the same place again.
What remained to be seen was whether it was going to be possible to put them back together again.
A glance through the tinted glass of the ambulance windows showed that they were passing Regent’s Park. There were taxis and double-decker buses nose to tail around them. Definitely London. Home. God, it was good to be back. She could even see the big square brick building on the end of Harley Street coming up—a close neighbour of the Hunter Clinic.
Ethan followed her line of vision.
‘Have you missed it?’
‘So much.’ But it felt distant. Like part of previous life. How hard was it going to be to find her way back?
‘Are you ready to come back to work? We desperately need you as soon as you can manage and I know that they’ve been holding their breath to get you back on board at the Lighthouse.’
‘I could start