“Yes!” Mr. Gable cut in, sounding suddenly agitated. “She barely even looked at us. She just moved around your room and then she wheeled that second cart out the side door of the room, not the main corridor. And she did it so fast, like she was trying to hide it.”
“It was just such a flurry of movement,” Mrs. Gable continued. “We thought maybe they were just bringing in clean supplies or something. But why use a separate cart, and why the side door?”
A wave of cold dread washed over me, chilling me to the bone. Two carts. Two bundles. A rush, a secret side door.
Why would they need two carts for one baby?
I closed my eyes, fighting against the crushing certainty that was starting to build.
The hospital had said my baby (singular) was weak. But what if one baby had been weak, and the
