While my thoughts drifted, the nurse came in for rounds. 

She gave me a once-over. “You’re awake? Your attending physician covered your medical bills. You didn’t have a phone on you when you came in. We had no way to contact your family.” 

Then she pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to me. “Since you’re awake now, you can call them yourself.” 

I knew Callum’s number by heart. 

I dialed. The line connected quickly. 

A sweet, girlish voice answered. “Hi, Callum’s busy right now. If it’s something important, please call back later.” 

Bitterness rose in my throat. I kept my voice steady. “Alright.” 

She recognized me. Her tone changed, light and mocking. “Oh, it’s Diana. Callum said he won’t be taking your calls anymore. I hope you’ll stop disturbing us.” 

She was about to hang up when I spoke softly, “Wait… let me just say a few words to him.” 

But before I could speak, she sniffled and began to cry. 

“Callum, does Diana really like you?” Her voice trembled, loud enough for me to hear every word. “She knows how we feel about each other, but she still won’t back off. If she truly loved you, I’d even give you up for her.” 

He sighed. “Caryn, don’t talk like that. Diana was my brother’s girlfriend.” 

The nurse standing nearby shifted uncomfortably, cleared her throat, then turned away—pretending not to hear. 

I tightened the blanket over my aching body, pressing against the pain in my chest with every breath. 

Before I could respond, the line went dead. 

I sat still for a moment, then called my agent. 

A miscarriage wasn’t considered a major procedure. I was discharged the same day. 

Back home, I arranged for someone to replace the window Callum had broken the night before.