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…

lacquer.

“I found it sitting in the back of my closet after you left,” he murmured, holding it out to me like an offering. “I didn’t take it to a shop. It took me three months, watching terrible internet tutorials, to figure out how to clean and reset the tiny brass gears inside. I’ve never been good with my words, Valerie. You know that. But I am trying.continue reading …