At 10:03 p.m., the hospital called—my ex-wife was unconscious, pregnant, and dying… and the child she’d been hiding was mine

nurse said.

“Get fluids wide open.”

“Fetal monitor?”

“Heartbeat still present.”

Still present.

The words cut through me.

Still.

As if my child had already been placed in the language of uncertainty.

I moved toward Hannah again, but Dr. Lawson turned on me with eyes hard enough to stop a bullet.

“Out. Now.”

“I’m not leaving her.”

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