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.
I placed the phone on the desk and turned on the speaker.
Martin’s mother stayed silent on her end.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said.
“Do not play games with me,” my mother snapped. “Your father is on the phone with the bank. Camille is hysterical. Martin’s mother is threatening legal action. You need to come home right now and fix this.”
