My husband ignored my emergency C-section to celebrate with his first love—four days later, one nurse’s quiet sentence made him realize he’d lost everything

On the twelfth day after the birth, Mark received a second photograph.

This time, it showed Grace’s hand.

Just her hand.

Tiny fingers curled around Emily’s index finger.

Emily’s skin looked pale but warm. The baby’s wrist was narrow as a ribbon. Mark zoomed in until the image blurred.

He whispered, “Hi, Grace.”

There was no one there to hear him.

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