Nicole Lawson’s screams had pierced through every corner moments earlier before her body gave way to shock. Nurses had rushed in, lifting her carefully, their voices urgent as they carried her away.
Freya stood frozen near the ICU doors, her heart pounding, Irene was already stirring restlessly inside her chest. Her mind screamed with questions, but none louder than the one that gnawed at her: What did the doctor tell Nicole?
As they wheeled Nicole away, Freya found her feet moving toward Daniel’s room. The glass wall separated her from him, but she pressed closer, staring at the pale figure lying still, the machines hissed and beeped in a rhythm too fragile for comfort. His chest rose and fell with the aid of the oxygen mask, each breath seeming like it was borrowed, as though at any mo
