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

face.

“I received something this morning,” she said.

“What?”

“A letter.”

His stomach tightened.

“From Madison?”

Emily shook her head.

“No.”

“Then from who?”

She looked toward the parking lot, where a dark sedan waited beneath the trees.

“I don’t know.”

Mark followed her gaze.

Daniel, her cousin, stood beside the car with his arms crossed. Watching.

Emily turned continue reading …