CHAPTER 64
I don’t want to know what a chaplain is doing in my daughter’s hospital room. Is this standard procedure? Do they just go around from room to room checking up on people? And why the bodyguard dude?
She looks nice enough. Filipina if I had to guess. Probably weighs half of what I did when I was full-term with Natalie, but her smile is genuine. It’s the doctor I don’t trust. Dr. Fletcher is six-foot-six if he’s an inch. He’s the size of a football player, and his hands are so big he could rest my baby in one palm. He’s got rich, dark skin that makes my hodgepodge complexion pale in comparison. I study the two of them. They look so mismatched, and for a second I wonder if that’s what Jake and I look like to others when they see us.
Riza sinks into the swivel chair the doctors us
