Reba McClane had trouble trusting people after Francis Dolarhyde, but she was a fighter; she would not let him win. And she was not the only one to consider now. The baby in her belly needed her. Reba did not know whether Francis inherited his cleft palate from the Trevane's or the Dolarhyde's, because she was unaware of them. It didn't matter anyway, D. had had one. When the time came, she would not leave her baby in the hospital, her baby's appearance would mean nothing to her sightless eyes. Reba was not Marian, she would love her baby. But the world was not Reba and the world could be cruel.
