By sunrise, Cassidy was awake.
She looked exhausted, pale beneath the hospital blankets, with tubes and monitors surrounding her bed. I moved to her side and gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.
“The baby?” she whispered.Find Hospitals
“A little boy,” I told her. “He’s in the NICU. He’s small, but the doctors say he’s stable.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Can I see him?”
“As soon as the doctors say it’s safe.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering what little strength she had.
Then she opened them again.
“I want Trent gone.”Track Pregnancy
I took her hand.
“He won’t come near you or Lydia.”
“Dad, you don’t understand.” Her voice trembled. “He has friends here.”
“Who?”
She looked toward the door, as though she were afraid someone might be listening.
“Brock. Deputy Timmons. Trent always said Brock could make complaints disappear.”
