They drove to the hospital mostly in silence. Seth tried to keep from fearing the worst, but he was an intelligent man—needing emergency surgery meant something with the pregnancy was drastically wrong. Was it the baby? Was it Karlee?
They parked in the Emergency parking lot and made the long trek to the doors. Seth’s heart roared in his ears as they entered, and he scanned the room for Debra. He was pretty sure she had blonde hair, but it’d been a long time since he’d seen her.
“Excuse me, we’re looking for a Karlee Martin,” Chris explained to the woman at the front counter. “She was brought in tonight and is having a C-section now. Or being prepped for one.”
“Are you family?”
“No, but—”
“I am,” Seth lied, his eyes on hers, just waiting for a challenge. “I’m her brother.”
Chris took
