“The babies have been delivered. They are premature, but they are stable and receiving support.”
“And Rosie?” Ben asked.
“She has lost a significant amount of blood. We are trying to control the bleeding, but she is unstable.”
The room seemed to move beneath me.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means we are doing everything possible, but you should prepare yourselves.”
Then he disappeared behind the doors.
Ben remained standing.
He swayed slightly.
I placed a hand against his back.
My best friend.
My brother-in-law.
The man my sister loved.
“Look at me,” I said. “Rosie chose you because you make her feel safe. She needs you to believe she can come back.”
“My promise,” he whispered.
“What?”
gh it belonged to everyone except her.
They had said she might never live independently.
Never marry.
Never build a family.
Now she was going to become a mother.
The pregnancy was carefully monitored from the beginning.
