“Dr. Lawson, it’s an emergency,” Brenda said, her voice breaking. She gave him their address and pleaded for a house visit. Hanging up, she paced the room, glancing at the baby in her arms, who now seemed far too delicate for this world. Her pulse raced as the minutes dragged on.
Stacey sat silently on her bed, her face buried in a pillow. She hugged it tightly, her shoulders trembling. Brenda wanted to demand answers—needed to—but held back. The baby’s safety came first. Forcing answers out of Stacey now would only escalate the tension hanging thickly in the air.