Chapter 13

Ronnie shot him an exasperated look. “Can’t you hear it?”

Behind them, Bree asked, “Boy or girl?”

Before Adam could answer, Ronnie waved that aside, irritated. “Is it healthy?”

Now the glasses came off. Adam lifted the bottom of the apron to wipe them and seemed to notice the blood for the first time, so he put the glasses back on. From the tent, the baby’s wail broke into a jagged, phlegmy cough. Adam’s face crumpled at the sound. “Hear that?”

“Jesus,” Ronnie murmured.

Bree’s nails clawed at Court’s back. “How can it still be hanging around? None of us are sick. How long’s it been since the last person died? How long—”

“The father wasn’t immune,” Adam interrupted. “May is, obviously, but her boyfriend isn’t here, is he?”