“A tiny amount,” she whispered. “I didn’t know until later.”
“And she survived,” Samuel said. “More than survived. Her cells developed a protein response that neutralizes the compound. Her children may carry it.”
Ben stepped toward the speaker.
“You will never get near them.”
“That depends on whether Rosie wakes up.”
His certainty chilled me.
“How did you know she was in surgery?” I asked.
No answer.
Then I understood.
“The placental abruption.”
Evelyn looked at me.
“Samuel caused it.”
Ben went rigid.
“How?”
Samuel answered calmly.
“A modified anticoagulant introduced through her prenatal vitamins.”
Ben’s face emptied.
I remembered my father asking whether Ben had been filling Rosie’s head with nonsense. I remembered him claiming he had not touched her medication.
Perhaps he had told the truth.
“Who switched the vitamins?” Daniel asked.
Samuel laughed softly.
“You still assume everyone in that hospital wants Rosie to live.”
Ben rushed toward the tunnel.
“I have to go back.”
