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.
The night stretched on, but I barely slept. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to stop spinning. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Scott with that woman, walking out of the motel room together.
I tried to rationalize it and find some explanation that didn’t make my heart want to split in two. Maybe continue reading …