“That’s it,” I whispered. “There you go. You’re okay now.”
Owen gave an offended squawk from the carrier.
“I know,” I told him. “You’re still my favorite dramatic man.”
***
When the paramedics rushed in, with airport security behind them, I was still on the floor with one baby in my arms and the other slumped sleepy against my shoulder.
A female medic crouched in front of me.
“You found her?”
“On the floor,” I said. “No bag. No note. Just… there.”
“You’re okay now.”
She checked Rose quickly, then nodded. “She’s okay. Just cold and hungry. She’s warm and fed now. You did the right thing.”
Another medic took Rose gently. She fussed once, then settled again.
“We need your information,” the woman said. “Name, phone number, and address. The detectives may need a statement.”
“Paige.”
She waited while I repeated my number because I got it wrong the first time. Then I gave her my address, too.
She fussed once.
