Dawn broke pale over the horizon. The rain had stopped.

When Scarlett opened her eyes, she was in the hospital.

The VIP suite was done in soft pink, and instead of that sharp chemical smell hospitals usually carried, the air held a faint trace of flowers — and something warmer underneath it, that sweet milky scent that only newborns have. She looked down. A tiny pink thing was curled against her chest, nursing with impressive confidence.

The whole ...