I hurried toward his room, my mind racing with worry. When I reached the doorway, the sight before me made my heart stop. Liam stood there, pale and shaking, holding two tiny infants swaddled in hospital blankets. They were red-faced and squirming, their small cries slicing through the air.
“Liam,” I whispered, barely able to form words. “Where did you get those babies?”
He swallowed hard. “I couldn’t leave them there.”
It took several minutes before I could make sense of what he was saying. Between sobs, he explained that he had gone to Harborview Medical Center with a friend who’d been injured. While waiting in the emergency room, he had seen his father leaving one of the maternity wards. He looked angry, almost panicked. Liam hadn’t spoken to him but had asked a nurse what had happened. That was how he learned the truth.
Brian’s girlfriend, Kara, had given birth the night before. Twins. A boy and a girl. She was critically ill from complications, and Brian had walked out. He told the staff he wanted no responsibility and left the hospital without signing a single form.
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