As soon as she felt his touch, Adrienne leaned into it as if she’d been starved. It was comforting to her, and she could see the worry on his face. Perhaps if she could reciprocate by reaching out to him too she might be able to press the crease of distress from his brow. But her arms felt like dead weight, and she could only offer him a small smile. Which quickly turned into a grimace of horror at his next words. “Why, what happened?”

She could scarcely find her voice - somehow it had gotten hoarse - but the fear seized her more tightly than the chill that ran through her bones. “The baby, Cash, what happened? Is he alright?” Adrienne searched wildly about the room, with as much strength as she could muster for any sort of reason why her father and brother would be called back and informed. That would only happen if something terrible was on the horizon.