Alex passes by journalists who are obediently waiting for her at the main entrance of the family planning, motherhood and childhood center. Her face is covered with a blanket, and her body is frozen at an unnatural angle in the back seat of a car.

- Why didn't you call us?

The reproduction center, the modern building of the Southmead hospital, the huge parking lot near it, the vans and minibuses of the TV people disappeared from sight. The girl is in no hurry to give a voice, take a vertical position. Crosby's fingers touch the blanket, pushing it slightly to the side.

-Are you alive?

Alex would be happy...