h prematurely and was at Presbyterian-Hudson Medical Center.

ew mother, they decided to go see the baby through th

emn. Behind a large glass wall, tiny incubato

ghting for every breath. A wave of maternal instinct

s scanned the far end of the hallway. A

as K

ck to her. He stood before one of the incubators,

doing here? Wasn't he supposed to b

hand flying to her mou

ah's arm and pulling her into a small

. The doctor handed him a file, and he signed it. His profile was

ave. Kyra's heart ham

m. The gravity on his face was i

ssion quickly shifting back to h

e offensive. He took her hand, his thumb rubbing ove

lously steady. "I'm visiting Leah's sis

... his child was born prematurely, and the situation is delicate. I'm here on behalf of t

had a large charitable foundation, and fundin

as to arrange all of this," he adde

r brow furrowed with skept

battlefield of doubt and a desperate desire to beli

choosing a fragile peace. "T

issed her forehead. "I have a few more thi

eccably attentive, as if the encounter had b

n't hold back any longer. "Kyra, don't you

car seat, exhausted. "I don't know w

heard some of the nurses gossiping. They said a woman named J

lood rushing to her head

e Padilla Group is about to close a major partnership deal with the R

he NICU. Kieran.

ng a picture so monstrous and terrifyi