âIâll come to the hospital later,â she offered.
Brian sighed.
âNot now.
Reporters are swarming the place.
Safer for you to stay put.
â
The news had hit like a bombshell, instantly painting them the villains.
Brian pictured the media frenzy if she showed up at the hospital now.
Given her pregnancy, the stress posed a risk to her health.
Rosalynn picked up on his thoughts, plunging her back into a contemplative silence.
âBrian,â she finally ventured, a tremor in her voice, âNoemi will be alright, wonât she?â
Unease coiled in her stomach.
What if the worst happened?
Though innocent, her presence had undeniably triggered the events.
In a worst-case scenario, wouldnât she be deemed responsible for Noemiâs death if Noemi didnât survive?
Could Brian truly lead a happy life with her while carrying such a burden?
Brian, sensing her distress, reassured her, âRosalynn, as I mentioned before, donât overthink things.
Just stay at home.
Trust me, Iâll handle everything.
â
His steady voice, laced with a quiet strength, was hard to resist.
Rosalynn pressed her lips together and sighed.
âRemember to call me when Noemi wakes up.
â
âAbsolutely.
â
The phone call ended, leaving Rosalynn adrift in a sea of anxieties.
Her phone kept buzzing non-stop with messages from worried friends and numerous unknown numbers, possibly due to her contact details being leaked.
With a frown, she muted the device.
A knock on the door startled her.
âRosalynn, are you in there?â
It was Gailâs voice.
Taking a deep breath, Rosalynn opened the door.
âMom.
â
Gailâs face was etched with worry.
âRosalynn, did you see the news? About Noemiâ¦â
âYes, Mom.
I just spoke to Brian.
Noemiâs still in surgery.
â