Chapter Three
Sensible shoes were a must, and even though she’d been on her feet for only a few hours today in the maternity ward, her white Nikes with extra cushiony support seemed to be giving way. Maybe her brutalized feet were still paying the price from the previous night’s wedding.
“Heard Mrs. Holly is being prepped for a C-section,” said Ivy’s colleague, Gail. The woman had dark skin and was a few years older than Ivy, married with two kids, one of four floor nurses in the maternity ward.
“Yup, she’s got Tucker for a doctor,” Ivy said. “Slice and dice is his specialty. Think the guy gets off on cutting women open. Says it’s safer, but I’ve never yet seen a mom in distress like he says could happen.”
There was silence, and she had an awful feeling as she looked up to see Gail on
