My runaway ex ran into my ER with his injured daughter, not knowing I was the doctor on duty. He begged me to save her. But when the sweet little girl pulled me close and whispered, “Grandma said your baby shouldn’t be born,” I looked at my ex-husband as his face turned pale with fear…

pain.

I stepped closer to the stainless-steel exam table as he gently set her down. “I am going to check your arm very, very carefully, Sophie. If it hurts too much, you just say the word, okay? You are in charge here.”

“Okay, Dr. Valerie.”

I snapped on a pair of latex gloves, the sharp pop sounding unnervingly loud. Then, I finally looked up at Eli. continue reading …