He turned toward me.
Something desperate filled his eyes.
“I need to speak to you somewhere private.”
“This is not the time.”
“It has to be now.”
He led me into a narrow corridor near the stairwell.
The lights there were dim, and the sounds of the maternity ward became distant.
Ben leaned against the wall.
“I made Rosie a promise before they took her into surgery.”
“What promise?”