I STARTED CHECKING the rooms in the children’s units, hoping beyond hope that maybe my mom was there, resting. Unfortunately most of them were unoccupied, and the few that had people in them hadn’t heard anything about my mother, so I decided to venture farther away from the children’s unit. As I approached the birthing wing, I heard a man talking in one of the rooms. The tone of his voice sounded familiar and my heart skipped a beat. I rushed toward the sound of his voice.
“Ever hear of knocking first?” drawled the soldier, who was on his cell phone. He wore only a pair of army pants and a bandage around his shoulder.
“Austin!” I cried. “Thank God! I’m so glad to see you.”
A huge smile lit up his face. It was the soldier my mother had rescued! Words couldn’t express the joy I was sudde
