tight with panic as he laid me in the back seat of th

ing agony. "Caleb, no," I whispered. "The charity

I needed to see h

arled, ignoring my protests as he sped down the lo

room, carrying me in his arms, shouting for the top surgeon. He cornered Dr. Hughes, a tired-looking

xamined me,

high-risk, experimental drug. It will almost certainly stabilize the pregnancy, but it w

or a single second. He

it t

ding my jaw shut until I swallowed. He leaned in close, his breath

to Jennifer's li

and the pregnancy was declared stable. But I grew weaker by the day. I was confined t

an urgent text. His face went pale. He turne

b said, his voice shaking with a rage that wasn

Dr. Hughes protested. "Taking

of this hospital. Your granddaughter has a rare genetic disorder, doesn't she

rom Caleb' s furious face to my own. I met the doctor' s terrified

wo words to

ies about my people. He knew what I was offering. A

terminally ill granddaughter, Dr. Hughes