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

” I said.

“No.”

“Hannah—”

“No Callahan men outside my door.”

“They’ll protect you.”

“They’ll remind me of everything I’m trying not to fear.”

I absorbed that.

“Then hospital security. Off-duty police. People Ryan vets but who don’t report to me directly.”

She blinked, surprised.

“You’d agree to that?”

“I’m trying something new.”

“What?”

“Listening.”

Her mouth trembled.continue reading …