rove back to the hospital, the image o

expectant. "Is it my birthday

e anymore. No

d, my voice strangely calm. "

ne with the little embroidered flowers. She

e hit us like a wave. I led Lily

is smile froze. Bren

"Liam" on it, the presents, looked from t

her voice trembling. "Yo

lushed. "Sarah, what are you doi

rrow, Mark," I said, my voic

lace," he hissed, his eye

mall, heartbroken sound.

sment turning to anger. He reached out, not to comfort

harsh words.

right red, gushed between her fingers, staining he

ed, catching her

rted to wail at the sight of the blood. "Oh, my poor baby, don't loo

ound Brenda and Lia

daughter ble