Tell me our baby is okay.”

“Rosalie is stable,” I said.

My voice sounded flat and distant in my own ears.

“Brooklyn caught her before she could pull the main line all the way loose.”

Kevin looked past me at Brooklyn, who was sitting sideways on the pullout sofa with her knees pulled up tight against her chest.

He dropped to his knees on the floor beside her and pulled her into his arms.

“Are you hurt, Brooklyn?” he asked softly.