Chapter 5

Warren's POV

Warren was still holding the ward door open with his shoulder when he realised nobody had phoned his wife.

The nurse pushed through with a wheeled stand, one hand steadying the clear bag above Junia's bed. Warren flattened himself against the doorframe and caught the rubber stop with his shoe before it snapped back. The corridor smelled of floor polish and the sharp soap Alma kept beside the kitchen sink.

Junia had both fists twisted in the sheet. Between the pains, she watched the empty crib waiting beside the bed. A folded hospital blanket lay across its mattress,…