The marshal’s jaw tightened.
“In the hospital parking garage.”
Ava pushed herself up despite the pain.
Denise tried to stop her.
“Ava—”
The marshal continued.
“She wasn’t alone.”
The room went silent.
Grant’s voice was no longer outside the door.
The hallway had gone too quiet.
Victoria asked the question Ava could not.
“Who was with her?”
The marshal looked at Ava.
Then at her belly.
Then at the phone in her hand.
“A newborn,” he said. “Wrapped in a Huxley Foundation blanket.”
Ava stopped breathing.
The phone buzzed again.
This time, the message came from Grant.
Ava opened it with shaking fingers.
I can explain.
Then a second message appeared.
Before she could read it, every light in the hospital room went out.
The fetal monitor screamed into the dark.
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