Soon the car pulled up to the emergency entrance at Asclepius Hospital. The moment Rhys saw me, the color drained from his face. "The baby... what happened to the baby?"
Marlene stood beside him, shaking her head. "I was there. It's a miscarriage. With that much bleeding, the baby's almost certainly gone."
Rhys's head snapped up. He looked at my mother.
There was no accusation in his eyes. Only a deep, crushing guilt.
He knew what this child meant for her.
If this had been me before tonight, if I'd lost the baby by accident, I probably would have drowned in the same guilt he was feeling.
But now, I just reached over and lightly touched his arm. "It's okay. The baby's gone."
He panicked. "How can you say... what about Mom..."
He stopped himself, drew a long breath. "Once you've recovered, we can try again. At most, your mom's surgery gets pushed back a few months."
Cornelius had been listening from the side, and his brow furrowed so hard it looked carved in stone. "You're seriously going to delay my mother's surgery just because my sister had a miscarriage?"
His voice climbed. "You deliberately made sure the timing of my sister's pregnancy overlapped with my mother's surgery, didn't you!"