Natalie lay still on the hospital bed. Her face was pale. Her hands were cold. The IV beeped a steady rhythm at her side. Caroline stood next to her with her arms folded, ready to block anyone who tried to pull Natalie up.
Andrew had just taken a glass of water to the shoulder. A red mark showed on his cheek where Caroline had slapped him. He looked stunned for a breath. Then his shock turned into doubt.
“You expect me to believe this?" he asked. “You say you were kidnapped last night. You say you lost the baby because of it. Caroline agrees with you. Do you expect me to accept all of this with no proof?"
Natalie turned her head to the wall. She did not want to argue. Speaking made her stomach ache. Her throat still hurt from crying.
Caroline answered for her. “Ask the nurses at the de
