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.

ego.

I see pure, unadulterated panic.

“I won’t,” he whispers fiercely, squeezing my fingers. “I swear to God, Cecilia, I won’t let you go.”

But as the heavy OR doors slam shut behind us, a fresh wave of agony rips through my spine, and the metallic taste of blood floods my mouth. I realize, with sudden, terrifying clarity, that the darkness pulling me continue reading …