I’m lying on the bed, ready for the ultrasound, when Kat and Mila burst into the room. Dr. Abdulov is unceremoniously shoved aside to make room for both women. To his credit, he does his best not to look too upset about it.
I accept Mila’s hug, but my eyes are on Kat. She looks good considering that she was held hostage for… actually, I don’t even know how long.
But I don’t see any obvious signs of torture or abuse. Then again, I know better than anyone that the worst scars can’t always be seen.
“Are you okay?” we ask in unison.
“You first,” I insist, refusing to let go of her hand.
She nods and tries to talk, but her voice breaks. She swallows and tries again. “I’m fine. No one hurt me, but I was… scared.”
“Did they talk to you? Did you see anyone you recognize?”
“If you mean Vikto
