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Welcome back to Grace Note Records. I hope to see you again!
Amy Vastine
For my dad.
Thanks for always being there for me and
teaching me the importance of always
putting family first.
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I’m pregnant?”
Piper Starling felt like she’d stepped outside her body. Her stomach rolled. The walls of the exam room inside Nashville General Hospital’s ER began to close in. This could not be happening.
“Miss Starling—” The doctor took a seat on the stool beside the exam table.
“You must be mistaken.” Piper tried to control the shakiness of her voice and hang on to the single shred of hope from which she dangled. “I’m here because I twisted my ankle. I’m waiting for an X-ray, not a pregnancy test.”
She had bumped into Sawyer Stratton onstage while setting up for rehearsal and twisted it. High heels and poor balance did not mix well.
The doctor scratched at his closely cropped gray beard and gave her a sympathetic smile. “I know why you came in, Piper. I think perhaps my nurse failed to mention a pregnancy test is part of the routine bloodwork we perform here in the ER.”
Piper crinkled the paper covering the exam table in her fists. Pregnant. This made the possibility of a broken ankle seem like nothing. She could barely absorb what the doctor was saying as he went on about soft-tissue damage and the necessity of prenatal vitamins and a more balanced lifestyle going forward.
A sharp knock on the door made Piper jump. Before the doctor could get to his feet, her father pushed it open. Piper’s heart
