POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
The Royal Infirmary was twenty minutes from Victoria Street.
Lewis drove her. He'd hired a car the day before — she hadn't asked why, but now she understood it was because he'd anticipated that there would be mornings when walking to Marchmont Road wasn't the right answer. He didn't say that. He just had a car.
Agnes stayed at the shop.
She'd handed Yessica a thermos of tea at the door without comment. Then she'd held Yessica's face in both hands for exactly two seconds — the way she did when words were insufficient — and gone inside.
The Royal Infirmary was large and functional and smelled like every hospital Yessica had ever been in. They found the maternal-fetal medicine unit on the third floor. Checked in. Sat.
Lewis had the book again.
"You're
