Helen's head whipped back to Marissa as she heard her say in a voice so unlike her as she stretched her hand toward the doctor, "Dr. Feranmi, my child. My innocent baby had been taken from me," she said in a hoarse whisper.

"I know, Marissa. I am so sorry about that. None of us wished for this. I am deeply sorry."

"I….I….." Marissa beat her fists against her chest as it became so difficult for her to continue her words. Helen Babalola moved out of the doctor's way as he sat on the bed, facing Marissa.

"I know, I know. I can't pretend to say I know exactly how...