PART 2
The next thing I remembered was light.
Not the hard fluorescent light of the bus, but something softer, dimmed above a hospital bed.
For several seconds, I didn’t know where I was.
Then I felt the weight of my stomach.
My hands moved there immediately.
“Babies?”
A woman in navy scrubs appeared beside me.
“Still exactly where we want them.”
I closed my eyes.
The relief hurt almost as much as the fear had.
“My name is Dr. Leila Shah,” she said. “You’re at St. Catherine’s Medical Center. The ambulance brought you in just before midnight.”
I turned my head toward the windows.
Rain blurred the glass.
“How long?”
“About three hours.”
Three hours.
Ethan could already be somewhere over the country.
I had lost track of whether that mattered.
“What happened?”
“Your membranes ruptured around Baby A, and you were having regular contractions. We’ve managed to calm
