Chapter 4

"Where is the baby," Julian asked, his voice sounding like broken glass.

In silence, the nurse pointed to a small white tray covered with a cloth. Julian approached and peeled it back. It was a tiny male infant, perfectly formed, huddled in a fetal position with eyes closed. His stillness was terrifying.

He was five months old so that one could already trace the delicate lines of his little fingers and toes.

A violent wave of nausea surged in Julian's stomach. He gripped the cold metal edge of the table, bending over as he began to dry heave, though there…