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.

slicing through the heavy tension. “The baby’s heart rate is dropping into the 90s. We are losing them.”

He ignores her. He leans down, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with a dark, accusatory fire.

“Who is the father, Cecilia?”

The question drops into the sterile room like a live grenade.

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