As soon as Rosa and Henry left the room, Leila popped three blood bags into the microwave. I turned to her and said, "I have to shower and change for the press conference. Where's Jase?"

"In his crib," she said, shoving a straw into the side of the bag, not bothering with a glass.

I nodded. "Are you okay?"

She took a strong pull through the straw and said, "Don't worry about me or Jase. Just do what you have to do. We'll be fine." I looked down at her right hand ...