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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

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I told you to.”

Her fingers twitched.

I leaned forward.

“Hannah?”

Nothing.

Then, barely, her hand shifted toward her stomach.

I did not touch her.

I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But Dr. Lawson’s warning stayed in my head, and beneath it, something deeper: Hannah had lost enough choices because of me.

So I sat beside her and watched over the two people I had continue reading …

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