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.
Mia kn:elt beside the rocking chair, one arm straining toward the crib where little Noah screamed r:ed-faced beneath a shaking mobile. Her husband, Caleb Voss, bent over her with a smile that turned my blood to ice.
“Let him cry,” he whispered. “You need to learn your lesson for burning my dinner.”
