“Why are we here?” Tessa asked.

Nathan didn’t answer. He shut off the engine, stepped out of the car, then walked around to open her door. His face was serious, but not angry. More like someone who had already made a decision and wasn’t backing down.

That was when Tessa saw them. Doctors standing at the hospital entrance, white coats on, looks of expectation on their faces. Her liver specialist. Her OB. Both clearly waiting.

The realization hit her hard, like a punch to the gut. ...