Margaret moves aside as I hurry forward and scoop Jessa up in my arms. She’s weightless, limp. She lolls against my chest as though the effort of holding her own head up is too much.
“We’re going home,” I growl.
I can feel her tears soak through the front of my shirt. “Just make sure the baby’s okay,” she whispers.
“I’m going to make sure you’re both okay.”
“Will she be alright?” Margaret asks, looking at Jessa. She looks like she’s close to tears.
“I’m taking her back to our hotel,” I say. “I’ll be in touch.”
She just nods as I veer back into the crowd with Jessa in my arms. I keep a lookout, trying to spot the b***h whose fingerprints are all over this f*****g nightmare.
Lev pulls the jeep up as I approach and Yulian holds the door open for me. I get in the back seat, still cradli
