“Get out of my way and don’t stop me,” I murmured, pushing through. “The doctor’s here; I’m useless here now. If you want to charge me with murder, there’ll be plenty of time for that afterward.”
Adeline—my Adeline—I could still hear her faintly calling for her mommy, but the movement on the hospital bed behind me had stopped.
The doctor removed his mask and looked at us with weary sympathy. “I’m sorry... my condolences.”
Beatrix collapsed, her sobs filling the room as she clung to me desperately. "Sister Alice, tell me, what did I do to deserve this? Why are you treating me this way?”
Paul’s grip tightened around my arm, making it impossible for me to move. His brows were drawn together in frustration. "What could you possibly have that’s more important than a life? Stay here and explain yourself.”
My heart thundered, but his words grew faint, drowned out by the relentless sound of Adeline’s cries in my mind. In the dark recesses of my mind, something dawned on me, and the heat of my anger turned to cold. I forgot to struggle.
Then Adeline’s attending doctor arrived, panting, clutching the door frame. “Adeline... she couldnt make it.”
