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.

a sob. “Caleb, please. He’s hungry.”

“He can wait.”

I remained in the doorway barefoot and silent, my thumb steady against the screen.

Caleb noticed me three seconds later.

His expression shifted at once. The monster disappeared. The polished real-estate prince returned, all gentle voice and injured pride.

“Eleanor,” he said, letting go of Mia so abruptly continue reading …