**Olivia POV
I woke up still groggy, the world going from a dark blur to a light blur. Everything that had happened slowly rearranged itself in my mind.
Pain came back along with the memories, if in a reduced form. With a wince, my head turned just right, and I saw Ellis seated by the bed, where he’d always been before getting arrested and would always be if I had anything to say about it.
Ellis looked troubled, something I rarely saw. He was always so capable and in control of himself if not the situation. I reached out to him instinctively, and Ellis took it tenderly.
“Can you be here?”
“Of course,” he said.
“No, I mean your house arrest.”
“That is taken care of. Even if it wasn’t, I think this counts as compassionate grounds.”
I relaxed a little, letting out a breath. Then I remembered what happened with the baby.
“How is she?” I asked.
He squeezed my hand, letting me know something was wrong, no matter what he might say.