voice cut through the haze, calm and professional. "

ous, concerned. "Thank God you' re here.

focating room. I drifted in and out, but I remember seeing my baby, a glimpse of a tiny, perfect form, hearing a

the cabin was quiet. Michael was gon

orrow that mirrored the gaping hole in my ches

, then crashed. "Where

too weak, that the birth was too traumatic." Her voice broke. "He... he let her die, Sarah. Whether it was the drug

, like stones. My baby. Dead

m a hysterectomy. He said you shouldn't have any more children, that it wo

, to make sure I was barren, useles

de an incision, like for a C-section, enough for him to see a scar, to b

mself, when he thought you were completely unconscious. He and your stepsister, Jessica, they planne

ger, had risked herself to tell me, to save me from one part of his monstrous plan. She was my only lifeline in this