The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.
But places are not permanent just because cruel people label them.
I closed the laptop halfway.
Then Martin’s mother spoke for the first time since the call began.
“Mrs. Marlowe,” she said, calm and formal, “this conversation has been heard by a witness. I strongly suggest your family stops contacting her directly.”
