...
The low hum of the elevator echoed dully inside the car. Sonia Quincy stared expressionlessly at the steadily changing numbers on the LED screen, not sparing Cecilia Quincy so much as a glance.
Cecilia Quincy waited a few seconds, but when Sonia Quincy didn't answer, she asked again, "Sonia Quincy, what are you, a pregnant woman, doing at the hospital in the middle of the night?"
DING—
The elevator stopped on the third floor, but after the doors opened, no one got on. Cecilia Quincy frowned impatiently and jabbed the "close door" button several times.
DING—
"Elevator going down."
A cold, mechanical female voice announced from overhead. After it faded, silence once again filled the car.
Sonia Quincy clutched the strap of her shoulder bag, waiting with an almost detached coldness for the elevator to stop.
"Sonia Quincy!"
