Is this my fault? Is my anger going to cost me Alyssa’s trust? Will my pride cost me my unborn children?
But no matter how many times I ask the questions or how many laps I do in the lobby, there are no answers to be found.
I whip around to see Emily. I hadn’t even noticed her exit the emergency room. “Is she okay?”
She gives me a reassuring smile. “She’s fine. Stable for now. Everything looks good.”
“Everything?” I repeat. “Does that mean…?”
“The babies are good, too. There was some fetal distress, but I managed to get in there in time. Alyssa and the babies are all going to be fine.”
The relief that floods my body is so powerful that I have to sit down for a second. Emily follows me to the chairs set up against the wall and takes the seat next to me.
“She’s being moved to a room i
