'No!'
A searing pain dragged Sofia up from the dark. Her eyes opened slowly, and the first thing she saw was a ceiling she did not recognize.
The room was almost silent except for the soft, steady rhythm of the machines around her.
She had been dreaming. No, worse than dreaming. She had seen herself losing the baby...
Her eyes flew downward. Her hand shook as she pressed it over her stomach, desperate to feel something, anything.
Terror flooded her so fast she tried to get out of bed. At that exact moment, Wyatt walked in.
He crossed the room immediately and caught her before she could fall. "You're too weak to be out of bed. Lie back."
Sofia grabbed his arm with both hands. "My baby," she said, her voice breaking. "Dr. Spence, my baby... Is my baby okay?"
Wyatt looked at her pale
