Malcolm’s hand dropped from my hair. Dr. Liana spun around, nearly knocking the ultrasound probe off the tray. I sat up so fast the gurney rattled beneath me.

Standing in the doorway chest heaving, hair disheveled, eyes wild with the specific kind of panic that only comes from someone who has been running and worrying in equal measure was the last person any of us had expected to walk through that door tonight.

The fluorescent light caught their face.

My breath stopped.

Of all the people.

Of all the possible, impossible people.

Malcolm made a sound behind me low, unreadable, the sound of someone recalibrating everything they thought they knew...