Donovan was pacing the waiting room like a caged tiger. Waiting, he hated waiting. He wanted to know what was going on. Is she all right? What's her condition? He thought.

"Frank, how is she?" a voice said from behind.

He turned and saw Elizabeth's brother, Sean standing there. Worry etched on his face. Donovan gave him a good look over, he noticed that Sean had two different shoes on and smiled.

"Sean. She's still in surgery. Nothing yet." he replied shaking his hand.

"Tom filled me in on some of what happened. Can you fill me in with the rest?" he asked.

Suddenly tired, Donovan sat down. "I should have told her about the threats. I didn't want to worry her." he started to say.

"Excuse me, are you the family for Elizabeth Abernathy?" a doctor asked.

"I'm her brother." Sean replied walking over to him. Donovan joined him.

Donovan gave the doctor a look over. He was still in his scrubs and he looked tired. "Is her fiancée here also?" the doctor asked.

"That would be me." Donovan replied, not bothering to correct the doctor.

"Miss Abernathy was shot in the abdomen. She was bleeding quite heavily. She lost a lot of blood. The paramedics got her here in time. We were able to treat the wound and give her a transfusion," the doctor reported.

"Thank you." Sean and Donovan replied at the same time.

"That's not all." the doctor said looking serious at Donovan. "With the wound, I'm sorry, we couldn't save the baby."

"Baby?" Donovan asked, shocked, feeling dizzy as though the earth had opened up under him.

"Yes, Miss Abernathy was about two and a half months along. I'm sorry." he said placing a hand on Donavan's shoulder.

"A baby?" Sean said. "Frank, are you okay?"

"A baby. I didn't know." he whispered sitting down, tears filling his eyes.

Shaking his head, bringing him back to the present, Donovan pulled off the Interstate. He pulled up in front of a two-story home in the yard were two kids running around. Everything still looked the same, everything except the two kids. He watched them chase a dog in the yard. A German Shepherd. She always wanted a dog like that. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, he thought. Maybe it was too late.