Chapter 21

Twenty minutes after I called her, Audrey pulled up to the curb outside my apartment building with her hazard lights flashing through the March rain. She carried my hospital bag down to the lobby while I steadied myself against the elevator rail, breathing through each tightening in my lower back. By four in the morning, I was checked into a private labor suite on the fourth floor of St. Jude's Hospital. Because the medical privacy order I had signed in October remained active in the hospital's...