**Olivia POV
Day came again even as I was sitting on the plane back to New York. It had been a dream, and Ellis was still there, looking deeply worried.
“How are you doing?” he asked with a smile that once melted me.
“Fine and only getting better. As soon as the doctor gives me the all clear I’m going home with Ken.”
“Ken is at home,” Ellis said.
“Not your home, my home,” I said.
I could see the words cut deep, and almost felt sorry for him. Second thoughts were just coming up when the doctor came in, his expression grim.
I instinctively reached for Ellis’s hand. Bad news no doubt on the horizon.
“It can’t be that bad,” Ellis and I blurted at once.
“It can actually,” the doctor said, looking at the chart.
“How so?” Ellis butted in.
It didn’t really concern him anymore, but he was the sort to think he needed to be the center of attention in any situation. He must have been a joy at funerals.