I looked at the babies. So small. So fragile.
“You can’t do this. This isn’t your responsibility,” I whispered, tears burning my eyes.
“Then whose is it?” Josh shot back. “Dad’s? He already proved he doesn’t care. What if Sylvia doesn’t make it, Mom? What happens to these babies then?”
“We take them back to the hospital right now. This is too much.”
“Mom, please…”
“No.” My voice was firm. “Get your shoes on. We’re going back.”
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The drive to Mercy General was suffocating. Josh sat in the back seat with the twins, one on each side in baskets we’d grabbed from the garage.
Mrs. Chen met us at the entrance, her face tight with concern. “Jennifer, I’m so sorry. Josh just wanted to…”
“It’s okay. Where’s Sylvia?”
“Room 314. But Jennifer, you should know… she’s not doing well. The infection spread faster than we anticipated.”
