Rachel Bennet (Julia)'s POV
25 years ago . . .
Martin Luther King Jr. Hospital
The day the Wallace twins were born.
I look at the incubator and at my baby; struggling to even breathe, I don't know what I did wrong, I don't understand. I look at the only thing I have left, falling apart in front of me.
He's supposed to be fine at 33 weeks pregnant, they say he's too small for his gestational age, that his liver is failing, his lungs haven't developed well, and neither has his heart.
Malnutrition, that's what they said.
It's not my fault, I did what I could, they can't hold me responsible for my baby dying now. It wasn't my fault!
I rest my hand against the glass, he can't even breathe on his own, I can't lose him, without him I have nothing left.
I'm alone and I thought this baby w
