Maisie And Rowan
In the back of the ambulance, the girl sat close enough to Nolan that their shoulders nearly touched, her gaze locked on the baby as if watching could keep his breath going.
Nolan leaned slightly toward her so she didn’t have to fight the roar of the road and the wail of the siren.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Maisie,” she whispered. “Maisie Kincaid.”
“And your brother?”