Tzipora went into labor. Eran rushed her to Mt. Sinai. Interesting for her to be a patient there since she’s treated so many at this hospital. All went fine. She delivered quickly and felt ok. She had a baby girl. Happiness exploded between her and Eran.
They whipped out their iPhones and shot away. All of their family and friends were excited. Texts flooded their phones. They told everyone to watch the naming ceremony on Zoom in a few days. They already named her, Tamar Hannah after Eran’s great grandmother and Tzipora’s grandmother. But only they knew her name.
Late in the afternoon the day after she gave birth, Tzipora took her new bundle of joy home. Eran had their Second Avenue apartment sanitized. The baby’s room was bright pink. Alana helped picked some of the furniture and decorations. She pushed for black. But lost that argument. Alana gave them a case of Pampers and some other things.
Meanwhile, Anat was doing well with Jerry. She enjoyed meeting Dan’s family. They liked her. They made plans to meet again in a few weeks.
Jay on the other hand was stalking Dan’s parent’s house and found out where his sister resides.
Alana met the baby. She loved her. Again, her heart crumbled. But she knew her role in life is not motherhood. And Marc’s is not fatherhood. She knew if she decided to have a baby, Marc was the only person she would have it with. Those two were in their world. But they protected everyone else’s. So let it be.
Dan was listening to the police scanner while in his squad car midtown. He heard of dozens of officers being called to Huguenot. When he heard the Eylandt Street address, Dan slammed the brakes. That was his sister’s house. He heard the report of a crazed man firing glass at the house, which contained a woman and young boy. Dan called into the 123 PCT to see what he could learn. He texted Anat, who was home with Jerry. She did take maternity leave when Jerry’s adoption was finalized. However, she still checked in with her office. There were projects that she had the most solid grip with.
Anat knew what was going on. She texted Marc and Alana. They had to figure out how to get to Staten Island to end this. Marc was the closest. He was at Whitehall Street taking pictures of the Staten Island Ferry and other marine traffic. He boarded the Spirit of America and prayed he could get there. It would take forever. Once he got off the boat he needed to catch the Staten Island Railway. He had no idea if it was making all the south shore stops. And once he got to the Huguenot Station he had a 10-15 minute walk to the site. It was not good.
Alana jumped into her car and prayed the LIE and BQE traffic to the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge was not at its usual standstill. Covid-19 or not, those roads were still gridlock. Ah, NYC life.
Anat wanted to go. However, she could not take Jerry. That would amp up Jay more. Alana was making good time. She pulled off Exit 5 of the Pearl Harbor Veterans Expressway. She raced over. She saw two ambulances and plenty of NYPD cars. She didn’t see Jay. She hacked into the police scanner and heard he was on the run. She saw an ambulance pull away. Dan’s nephew was being transported to the hospital. The EMTs stopped his bleeding. He needed stitches.
Alana peeled her eyes for Jay. She figured he was probably somewhere in the woods by Tottenville High School or Wolfe’s Pond Park. Marc was getting off the train when Alana said she would go to the school and told him to head to the park.
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