My legs weakened.
“The babies are stable, but she remains in critical condition.”
I grabbed the back of a chair.
“We are doing everything possible,” the doctor continued. “But you should prepare yourselves for every outcome.”
Then he disappeared through the doors again.
Noah remained standing.
His body swayed slightly.
I placed one hand against his back.
My oldest friend.
My brother in every way that mattered.
“Look at me.”
He did.
“Gracie chose you because you make her feel safe.”
His eyes filled.
“You need to hold onto that.”
“My promise,” he whispered.
“What promise?”
Something changed in his expression.
There was fear.
But also guilt.
“I need to tell you something.”
“We are talking.”
“Not here.”
“Tell Amelia Everything”
Noah led me down the corridor to an empty alcove beside the stairwell.
The maternity ward became distant behind us.
He leaned against the wall.
“Before they took Gracie into surgery, she made me promise something.”
