She overheard one of them shout, “This is Dr. Hartt’s daughter!”
Eve had no idea why those words came back to her at night. Over and over her brain repeated, “This is Dr. Hartt’s daughter!”
Not “Eve, we aren’t showing a heartbeat on the baby.”
Not “David Statford was pronounced dead at the scene.”
Not “We can’t stop the bleeding. She’s hemorrhaging.”
Not “If the infection continues, we’re not going to have any choice. Eve, we’re recommending a hysterectomy.”
Maybe it was because she’d still had hope when she heard those words. Maybe because she’d thought she’d be protected since her father was a surgeon at the hospital where the ambulance took her.

Autore: Debra Anastasia