“There are indications,” she whispered carefully, “that this may not have happened naturally.”

My heart stopped.

Before I could ask what she meant, the door suddenly opened.

A nurse stepped inside holding a clipboard.

“My apologies,” she said softly. “Your husband just arrived.”

David was here.

And in that moment I realized the greatest danger might not only be what was inside my daughter.

It might be the man who had been standing beside us all along.