About the book
Firewall Heart
Green Metronome The monitor’s heartbeat went from a green metronome to a jagged hymn and then to a flat white line that sang with a sound Helena Kincaid had spent a decade training her body not to flinch at. NICU. Red wash lighting. A nurse with a halo of flyaway curls whispered keep breathing, little love, and the generator coughed like an old man clearing smoke.