Although visiting hours had ended long ago, Will had arranged with security to let them through. Hank’s tux and Amelia’s evening dress had raised few eyebrows at the nurses’ station—the maternity ward was well accustomed to come-as-you-are arrivals. Amelia eased open the door to her sister-in-law’s room. A shaded light burned above the bed where Jenny lay. She looked as if she’d been through a storm. Her hair pooled on the pillow in tangles. Shadows deepened the hollows of her cheeks and beneath her eyes, and the rest of her face was as pale as the sheet that covered her body. Her much flatter body. Apart from the shallow rise and fall of her chest, she was completely motionless. An oxygen tube ran to her nostrils and an IV line was taped to the back of her hand. Wires trailed from beneath her hospital gown to a heart monitor. The steady beeps were reassuring, yet at the same time ominous. They sounded too feeble to represent a woman’s life. The baby was gone, but Jenny wasn’t alone.
