Standing under the bright lights of the delivery room, Patrick wore blue scrubs and a mask. He could see Amy lying on the table, the doctors and nurses hovering over her. Amy’s eyes were closed, her hair was capped, and a mask covered her face.
It’s too early, Patrick worried. We are supposed to have three more weeks. Her room isn’t ready. They say every…
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