Henri
Aaron couldn't have called at a worst time. I'd been entering an elevator with Edi and her mom, Magda. I wouldn't have even answered, but I didn't have the heart not to. I knew he'd be worried. Not that my explanation cleared anything up, but at least he knew I was okay.
As soon as we reached the NICU, Edi latched onto her sister Esme, and they held on to each other for a long emotional moment. I watched, feeling choked up as I glanced at the helpless-looking baby in the incubator. The poor little girl had tubes coming out of everywhere.
Last night, before I could even begin to beg Edi not leave, my phone had rung in my hand. It was Magda. The moment I answered she explained what Edi hadn't yet. Baby Zoey, Edi's niece, was in the hospital—again. Magda said they hadn't bothered wor
