Chapter Nine
Margaret was still in bed, listening to the birds chirping. Storm and Angel were neighing softly in answer. She’d tossed and turned most of the night, sleeping in fits, waking almost every hour, and now her head felt like a lead weight from the lack of sleep.
Her eyes felt thick and heavy from the tears she’d shed all night as she relived the horror of the botched surgery on that little boy. It had been a nick, a fraction off, just barely, but she knew she’d screwed up as soon as she made the cut. She’d gone through the procedure again and again, over and over, at least a hundred times in her head, reliving the nightmare, trying as she might to figure out why her overconfidence had made her screw up so badly. She’d outlined the surgery, all the steps. She’d had it down, or s
