The thick carpet in the main hallway swallowed every sound as Tessa walked toward the library, looking for the interior design book she left there a few days ago.

Her head was still spinning from the word C-section after yesterday’s checkup, along with Nathan’s rage and his threat about burning down the hospital. She needed a distraction, something she could drown in. Colors. Textures. Anything that had nothing to do with operating rooms or the risk of dying.

But when she passed ...