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‘HAS anyone seen Dr Willoughby about?’ Ben asked in the unit later that day.

‘I think she’s left for the day,’ the afternoon shift nurse Carla Yates informed him. ‘She was on call last night so I expect she was feeling a bit tired. It was a busy night. Do you want me to get her on the line for you?’

‘No,’ he said, reaching for his phone. ‘I’ll call her myself. It’s not urgent.’

‘She’s nothing like her father, is she?’ Carla asked after a little pause. Ben looked at her with as little animation as possible. ‘What?’

‘Georgie Willoughby,’ she said. ‘She’s rather a sweetie, don’t you think?’

He gave the nurse a noncommittal shrug. ‘She’s OK, I guess.’

‘Jennifer Patterson was telling me Georgie quite possibly saved a young baby’s life this morning,’ she carried on.

Ben felt another wave of remorse begin to tighten his stomach. ‘Oh, really?’

‘Yes, she was first on the scene at a minor accident but insisted on the baby being brought in for observation. It turns out the little girl ha