Ethan exhaled for the first time since the park. “Do you know her name?”
The nurse shook her head. “No ID. She hasn’t regained consciousness. She… she might be homeless.”
He looked through the glass at the young woman—pale, fragile, wrapped in white sheets. Something inside him twisted. He’d built empires, broken records, and walked away from people who needed him. But tonight, he couldn’t walk away.
So when the nurse asked who would take responsibility for the patients’ care, Ethan didn’t hesitate.
“Put them under my name,” he said. “All three of them.”
