She felt the room narrowing around her, every wall inching closer. The steady beeps of the monitor grew louder, puncturing the silence. Her baby shifted in the bassinet, oblivious to the chaos. Sandra envied that innocence and the luxury of not knowing, not fearing.
Her thoughts spiraled back to that look Jake had after the business trip—the haze in his eyes, and the tired smile that didn’t quite reach. She had written it off as exhaustion, but now the memory gnawed at her, sharp and insistent, as though urging her to reconsider everything.