The doors swung shut behind Dr. Rosy. Theon remained standing in the corridor, frozen. The signed consent form trembled in his hand. A nurse approached him, and gently took the papers from him before disappearing back into the operating room.

He couldn’t move. The red light above the emergency room glowed against the pale walls. Unblinking. One of the officers guided him to a chair. Theon sat down stiffly. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared at the dried blood flaking from his fingers. Lena’s blood.

His chest tightened. Four months pregnant. The words repeated in his head again and again. No wonder she looked exhausted. No wonder...