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 sharp medical term snaps Nicolás back to reality. He is no longer the betrayed ex-husband; he is the surgeon. He snatches the chart back from the foot of the bed. His eyes dart over the vitals, calculating the grim mathematics of life and death.
The arrogance completely thins out, replaced by a cold, terrifying urgency.
