The emergency room lights blazed through the endless night before finally dying out.
The doctor pulled down his mask, face grim. "Mr. Granger, Sienna's been running on empty—malnourished for months, emotionally unstable, popping pills without prescription. The pregnancy was already high-risk. The starvation and impact... we lost the baby. Then the hemorrhaging started."
"We saved her life, but..." The doctor swallowed hard. "Brain went too long without oxygen. Odds are... she'll be a vegetable now."
Foster's face went slack. "A... vegetable?"
"Comatose. No waking up."
No waking up?
Frozen in the ER doorway, Foster heard the words through cotton—ears buzzing, world muted. He didn't remember walking to Sienna's room.
Slumping into the bedside chair, he stared at her waxen face as her
