The air inside the hospital waiting room was still, heavy, like it had absorbed every silent prayer and anxious heartbeat that had echoed through its walls. Riele sat with her hands clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles pale from the pressure. Across from her, Kim sat equally still, his fingers nervously tapping against his knee, his gaze darting between Riele and the closed door of the doctor’s office. Charlotte and Utter were close by, talking quietly with Harry in the hallway, giving ...