Nicole Lawson’s screams had pierced through every corner moments earlier before her body gave way to shock. Nurses had rushed in, lifting her carefully, their voices urgent as they carried her away.

Freya stood frozen near the ICU doors, her heart pounding, Irene was already stirring restlessly inside her chest. Her mind screamed with questions, but none louder than the one that gnawed at her: What did the doctor tell Nicole?

As they wheeled Nicole away, Freya found her feet moving toward ...