Chapter Nine
Four hours into her double shift, Ivy was resting behind the nurses’ station with a double espresso and a sore knee, which had been bruised but thankfully not swollen this morning when she woke. Her ankle felt as if she’d wrenched it, so instead of racing around the floor as she normally did, she was doing her feet and knee a favor and resting them as much as she could. Thankfully, the day shift in the maternity ward was relatively quiet. It was often nights when the craziness began. What was it about babies that they could never wait until a reasonable hour to arrive?
“Hey, there. I didn’t know you were working early today,” Henry said. He was in a deep blue golf shirt, looking well rested.
“Wasn’t supposed to be, but I got called in. They were short staffed. Apparently a
