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…
this stubborn, powerful man, he obeyed without a single syllable of protest.
As my hands moved with practiced, gentle precision over Sophie’s swollen forearm, feeling for the telltale crepitus of a fracture, the weight of Eli’s stare burned into my profile. I could practically hear the desperate, frantic mathematics occurring in his brain.
