“She’s going to be fine,” Doctor Nadine said with a gentle smile. “Everything looks good. Just keep her hydrated. She and the baby are both in stable condition.”

She looked around the room, but was met with silence. No one smiled back.

Kieran stood frozen, expressionless. His father, Donald Blackwood, was a few feet away, his face twisted like he’d just bitten into a lemon.

Doctor Nadine’s eyes flicked from one face to the other, uncertain of what to say next.

It was Eliana, standing near the door, who finally broke the tension. She stepped forward with an awkward smile.

“Thank you so much, Doctor. Come—let me walk you out.”...