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.

falls over the room.

It is the worst silence in the world. It is the absence of life.

I fight the drugs. I drag myself upward through the suffocating darkness, forcing my eyelids open to a slit. The bright lights blind me.

“Why…” I choke out, my throat thick and numb. “Why isn’t she crying?”

Nobody answers. The nurses are frozen.

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