My consciousness dimmed. Tears of pure despair slid down my cheeks.
Who's going to save me and my baby?
In the last second before everything went dark, I heard the wail of sirens.
Someone lifted me gently, carefully, and carried me somewhere I couldn't name.
When I woke again, the sharp sting of antiseptic filled my nostrils.
My hand flew to my stomach, and I turned frantically to the side.
"Is anyone there? How's my baby?"
A warm hand gently patted the back of mine.
Josephine spoke softly. "The doctor said the baby is perfectly healthy. They want you to stay in the hospital and rest."
She paused. "But your hands, ma'am... the scars will probably be permanent."
Only then did I notice the thick layers of gauze wrapped around both hands. The slightest movement sent a searing pain straight to the bone.
Tears of lingering fear slid down my cheeks, and I let out a long, shaky breath.
Hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway.
Before I could even register who it was, someone seized me and hauled me off the bed.
"Joanna, if you had a problem with Stephanie, you could've just told me! Setting a fire to kill someone is a crime!"
"Do you have any idea she almost had a miscar—"