the snout and rushed out to her car.
When she reached the hospital, she found Hudson prowling around the labor and delivery waiting room like a caged leopard. Caitlyn was there as well. Clutching a picture book in one hand and a ragged Barbie in the other, she seemed to be trying to shrink into her chair. Her knees were drawn up to her chest in a protective gesture, and she watched her father through dark, worried eyes.
Olivia grabbed her brother’s hand. “How’s Kim?”
He squeezed hers in return, the desperate pressure of his conveying his distress. “It’s not her. It’s the baby. Something’s not right with his heart.”
“Why aren’t you back there?” Olivia asked without judgment.
Hudson shook his head. “They took Kim into an operating room for a C-section. I couldn’t leave Caitlyn out here all alone.” Hudson swallowed hard. “A doctor stopped by a few minutes ago to explain our ‘options.’ There’s some kind of surgery that could fix the baby’s heart, but they can’t do it here. I gotta tell you—I didn’t understand what the hell the man was talking about. It was like he was talking in another language.” Still holding on to Olivia’s hand, he nearly crushed her bones with the force of his grip. “Help us. Please.”
A lump formed in Olivia’s throat, but now was not the time to get emotional. “It’ll be okay, Hudson.” She reclaimed her throbbing hand. “Go comfort your daughter. She knows something’s wrong. I’ll go back there and find out exactly what’s going on and what needs to be done.”
Olivia paused only long enough to put her hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder. “Hey. Long day, huh?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“Sit tight for a little while longer and then you and I will hunt down some ice cream. I hear this hospital has a pretty cool cafeteria.” Olivia did her best to sound calm and in control. “First, I want to check on your mom. Be back soon.”
The little girl didn’t say anything, but her body relaxed a fraction. She unfolded her legs and opened her book. Hudson took the seat next to his daughter and pretended to be interested in the illustration of a princess choosing which accessories to wear with her gold and ivory ball gown. Caitlyn leaned toward her father and whispered, “Once upon a time . . .”
Olivia pressed a button on the wall and announced herself to the nurse on duty. A buzzer sounded and the door leading into the ward was unlocked. Olivia squared her shoulders and stepped through. She walked briskly up a hallway lined with dozens of photographs of smiling babies, but she kept her gaze locked straight ahead. At the moment, it was disconcerting to see the apple-cheeked faces of those healthy infants.
“I’m here to see Kim Hudson,” she informed the nurse seated behind a low counter, and then quickly added, “She’s been asking for me.”
The nurse made a quick phone call and then suggested Olivia take a seat, but Olivia shook off the suggestion and remained where she was. When the nurse looked up from her paperwork, she must have realized that Olivia wasn’t going to sit and wait quietly.
“I’d like to know if my sister-in-law is out of surgery,” Olivia said, looming over the counter.
Another nurse approached the desk. She smiled at Olivia and said, “Mrs. Hudson is doing just fine. She’s in her room. I was heading in that direction anyway, so you can come on back with me.”
Olivia felt a slight loosening of the knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach. “And the baby?”
The nurse walked briskly down a silent corridor, her rubber-soled shoes making no noise on the white laminate flooring. “They’re going to take him to Pitt Memorial, but I’ll let the pediatric nurse explain everything.”
Him? Olivia slowed her pace. A boy. Before she had time to take this in, the nurse knocked lightly on a door marked with the name Salter and entered. “Mrs. Hudson? Your sister-in-law’s here!” she announced
When she reached the hospital, she found Hudson prowling around the labor and delivery waiting room like a caged leopard. Caitlyn was there as well. Clutching a picture book in one hand and a ragged Barbie in the other, she seemed to be trying to shrink into her chair. Her knees were drawn up to her chest in a protective gesture, and she watched her father through dark, worried eyes.
Olivia grabbed her brother’s hand. “How’s Kim?”
He squeezed hers in return, the desperate pressure of his conveying his distress. “It’s not her. It’s the baby. Something’s not right with his heart.”
“Why aren’t you back there?” Olivia asked without judgment.
Hudson shook his head. “They took Kim into an operating room for a C-section. I couldn’t leave Caitlyn out here all alone.” Hudson swallowed hard. “A doctor stopped by a few minutes ago to explain our ‘options.’ There’s some kind of surgery that could fix the baby’s heart, but they can’t do it here. I gotta tell you—I didn’t understand what the hell the man was talking about. It was like he was talking in another language.” Still holding on to Olivia’s hand, he nearly crushed her bones with the force of his grip. “Help us. Please.”
A lump formed in Olivia’s throat, but now was not the time to get emotional. “It’ll be okay, Hudson.” She reclaimed her throbbing hand. “Go comfort your daughter. She knows something’s wrong. I’ll go back there and find out exactly what’s going on and what needs to be done.”
Olivia paused only long enough to put her hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder. “Hey. Long day, huh?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“Sit tight for a little while longer and then you and I will hunt down some ice cream. I hear this hospital has a pretty cool cafeteria.” Olivia did her best to sound calm and in control. “First, I want to check on your mom. Be back soon.”
The little girl didn’t say anything, but her body relaxed a fraction. She unfolded her legs and opened her book. Hudson took the seat next to his daughter and pretended to be interested in the illustration of a princess choosing which accessories to wear with her gold and ivory ball gown. Caitlyn leaned toward her father and whispered, “Once upon a time . . .”
Olivia pressed a button on the wall and announced herself to the nurse on duty. A buzzer sounded and the door leading into the ward was unlocked. Olivia squared her shoulders and stepped through. She walked briskly up a hallway lined with dozens of photographs of smiling babies, but she kept her gaze locked straight ahead. At the moment, it was disconcerting to see the apple-cheeked faces of those healthy infants.
“I’m here to see Kim Hudson,” she informed the nurse seated behind a low counter, and then quickly added, “She’s been asking for me.”
The nurse made a quick phone call and then suggested Olivia take a seat, but Olivia shook off the suggestion and remained where she was. When the nurse looked up from her paperwork, she must have realized that Olivia wasn’t going to sit and wait quietly.
“I’d like to know if my sister-in-law is out of surgery,” Olivia said, looming over the counter.
Another nurse approached the desk. She smiled at Olivia and said, “Mrs. Hudson is doing just fine. She’s in her room. I was heading in that direction anyway, so you can come on back with me.”
Olivia felt a slight loosening of the knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach. “And the baby?”
The nurse walked briskly down a silent corridor, her rubber-soled shoes making no noise on the white laminate flooring. “They’re going to take him to Pitt Memorial, but I’ll let the pediatric nurse explain everything.”
Him? Olivia slowed her pace. A boy. Before she had time to take this in, the nurse knocked lightly on a door marked with the name Salter and entered. “Mrs. Hudson? Your sister-in-law’s here!” she announced
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