I was already moving before I'd fully processed the decision, grabbing my coat, my keys, Diana on her feet beside me without needing to be asked.
"I'm coming with you," she said, already halfway to the door.
"Diana, you don't have to…"
"I know I don't have to. I'm coming anyway." Her voice left no room for argument, and I was grateful for it, too shaken to manage the drive alone.
Noah met us in the lobby, having gotten the short, frantic version of events from my voice alone, his own expression sharp with focus. "Which hospital?"
"Mount Sinai West. She said it's too early. Six weeks." My hands were shaking as I pulled up the address, fumbling with my phone. "Ryan's not answering."
"I'll have someone try to reach him," Noah said, already dialing, his voice steady in a way that helped
