Chapter 7

Mom sat next to Drusilla, holding her steady, worried that a sudden stop might hurt her incision.

The baby was nestled in Drusilla's arms, sleeping soundly.

Drusilla leaned against the car window, her eyes vacant as she watched the scenery blur past.

Her face was pale, and her lips were drained of all color.

I drove as smoothly as I could, making sure to avoid every bump in the road.

By the time we pulled up to the house, it was already two in the afternoon.

I got out first, opened the back door, and carefully helped Drusilla out of…