Chapter 47

Alistair

My hands are shaking as I accept the coffee and latte I just bought from the hospital’s cafe. Clara is currently waiting in our room for the latte, and the task of delivering it to her is the only thing keeping me sane when all I want to do is scream.

I don’t want her to get operated on. I know there’s no going around it, but what if something goes wrong? What if our baby or Clara dies?