Chapter 8

One week after I arrived in Savannah, I heard my baby’s heartbeat for the first time. The sound filled the examination room in quick, steady beats. I gripped the edge of the paper sheet beneath me. For days, I had been afraid that leaving New York, flying south, and carrying so much fear inside me had harmed the baby. The doctor studied the screen. "Everything looks appropriate for eight weeks." My breath left slowly. Beside me, Odette did not reach for my hand until I held mine out...