They sensed her anxiety, because they touched her frequently—gentle, reassuring caresses meant to alleviate her concerns.There hadn’t been anything to suggest there was a problem with her pregnancy. Her recovery from her surgery had been uncomplicated and swift. But she could still taste the fear, heavy on her tongue, still remember that one terrible moment waking up and knowing without a doubt she’d lost her child.Her stomach gave a violent twist when her name was announced. Clutching at Logan’s and Rhys’ hands, she made her way toward the door on unsteady feet.She went through the preliminaries mechanically. Peed in a cup, let the nurse take vitals and answered questions in a monotone. Logan and Rhys both looked at her in concern, but her single-minded focus was on seeing her baby.She half-feared that when they did the ultrasound, they’d find something horrible. A shudder worked over her shoulders.Several agonizing minutes—what seemed like hours—later, the doctor came in, pushing a portable ultrasound.
