Chapter 4 - The Emergency Room Dash
Within five minutes, Beatrice slammed the front door behind her, the tires of her luxury sedan screeching loudly down the cobblestone driveway.
Connor immediately turned to Sarah, wrapping a supportive arm around her shaking shoulders as he examined baby Ethan's flushed face.
"We're going to Inova Fairfax Hospital right now," Connor said gently, taking the car keys from the kitchen counter.
Sarah nodded weakly, her dark hair slipping out of its loose bun as she cradled the silent, feverish infant in her arms.
Inside the quiet leather interior of Connor’s SUV, the faint blue lights of the dashboard illuminated Sarah’s tear-streaked cheeks.
"I tried to tell her he was sick, Connor," Sarah whispered, her voice breaking with deep emotional exhaustion.
"She told me I was making excuses because I didn't want to bake her birthday cake."
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Connor reached across the center console, squeezing Sarah’s hand with intense warmth and devotion.
"You don't ever have to justify yourself to her again, Sarah," Connor promised. "I swear to you, this nightmare ends tonight."
