Waylen drove them to the hospital, parking the car in the lot. Before Rena could get out, Waylen stopped her, "Give me your phone.”

Confused, Rena handed him her phone. Waylen lit another cigarette, placing it between his lips as he entered a series of phone numbers into her contacts.

‘These numbers included those of the lab doctor, the emergency department doctor, the psychologist, the blood bank administrator, Alexis’ kindergarten teacher, and even the principal's number.

Once he finished inputting the numbers, Waylen returned Rena's phone. She looked at him, lost in thought.

He whispered gently, "Rena, I haven't been with any woman in the last three years, not even when I yearned for you at night. My personal life during these past three years was all about our daughter. I would have to put on my clothes and rush to the lab whenever I received a phone call, even in the middle of the night while I was sleeping, because Alexis was there..."