by Janice Daugharty
The aborted boy is only a scrap of flesh but has a heartbeat like the fluttering of butterfly wings. Kate, nurse on duty, doesn't know what to do. This sixteen-week old baby was supposed to be delivered dead! It was a given. She's been trained under such unlikely circumstances to discretely place the fetus in a basin and set it on a shelf in the lab till its--his--heart quits beating. She can't.