Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Just like Sophie couldn’t stop wiggling her bandage-free fingers or
reminding herself that she could get out of her cot anytime she
wanted. And very, very soon, she’d be home again.
Her mood was on such a high that she wasn’t sure she’d need
Silveny’s dreams to chase away any nightmares.
And it was a good thing she didn’t.
Because that night, Silveny didn’t check in.
• • •
SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! Silveny kept repeating when Sophie and Fitz
finally managed to make contact the next morning.
Apparently, Silveny had been so exhausted that she’d slept through
all of Sophie’s and Fitz’s attempts to make contact.
And Sophie knew it wasn’t necessarily strange for someone to be
tired during pregnancy, but it still made her more determined than
ever to convince Silveny to come in for a checkup.
BABY OKAY! BABY OKAY! Silveny insisted.
I hope you’re right, Sophie told her. But what about you? You have to
take care of yourself, too.
TAKING CARE! Silveny insisted, sending images of the lush
meadow she’d been grazing in that morning.
It’s not just about eating, Sophie argued. You might need some extra
vitamins or fluids or . . .
Okay, she knew nothing about what a pregnant flying horse needed
—or what anyone who was pregnant needed. Which proved even more
why Silveny should be examined by someone with actual medical
knowledge.