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The contraction hit like a freight train, splitting my world into jagged shards of agony

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against my ribs.

For a heartbeat, I thought the exhaustion of nineteen hours of labor had finally fractured my mind. But the scar near his chin—a souvenir from a mugging during his med school days—was unmistakable. He looked at me, his eyes widening as the realization of my condition hit him with the force of a physical blow. He wasn’t just a doctor;continue reading …

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