Chapter Three
“Where have you been?” Adalia asked, sitting upright in the hospital bed. Morning sunlight streamed through the open windows, creating a crisscross pattern on the sheets, thanks to the bars in front of the panes.
Isaac was in the incubator again, but he was brought in during the night for his feed. Trent, however, had remained suspiciously absent until now.
“I asked you a question,” she snapped, then rubbed at her eyes. She was exhausted after everything that’d happened but she still hadn’t managed to catch any real sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, Isaac’s sweet little face floated in front of her and the tears came again.
She couldn’t lose her baby.
Trent walked over to the bed and stood at the end, staring at her with the strangest expression. He was pale again a
