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“I need to go, Aria. But it will be quick. I’ll be quick, promise.”
He sighed deeply.
“I know. Of course, I know that,” he said, barely making eye contact. “But it’s my mom, and she said that she needs my help desperately.”
“I’ll be right back, Aria,” he said. “I swear.”
He kissed my forehead before rushing out.
Was this really the man I married?
I tried to focus on the labor, paying attention to my breathing and whatever my body was going through. But then, my phone buzzed with a text from Dave.
Did something happen? Is she okay?