as she held up the phone,

mall space between them. "...the sp

ftly, her eyes

d at the screen, then at Sar

oice low, urgent. "It doesn't mean anyt

her arm, but sh

eyes pleading. "We'll talk abou

t the baby. The tiny, pre

was a bi

, whispered in the dark, of a hou

ther Eleanor' s constant, not-so-

or would say, her gaze point

way, leaving Mark and Chl

felt li

umbled for her car keys,

d her. "Excuse me, m

concerned brown eyes, was standin

ola bar and a smal

was in the lobby. Dr. Ethan Reed," he said, offering

he offerings, the

ak, "Thank you,"

ympathetic, then walk

ss from a stranger felt lik

nd picture still clutched in her h