“There are indications,” she whispered carefully, “that this may not have happened naturally.”
My heart stopped.
Before I could ask what she meant, the door suddenly opened.
A nurse stepped inside holding a clipboard.
“My apologies,” she said softly. “Your husband just arrived.”
David was here.
And in that moment I realized the greatest danger might not only be what was inside my daughter.
It might be the man who had been standing beside us all along.