Getting to the outpatient lobby on the first floor, I saw Zachary rushing in.

As he spotted me, he strode over and pulled me into his arms. “What happened? Is she trying to pin her miscarriage on you?”

“Yeah,” I replied, unfazed. “But the baby made it and she's fine too. Everyone's fussing over her, so I decided to step out.”

“Didn’t they give you a hard time?” Zachary asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“No one ...