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

the monitors, his movements mechanical, his hands trembling just enough to betray his composure.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic beep of the fetal heart monitor.

I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze cold and unyielding. “You didn’t ask, Ethan. You didn’t ask when you packed your bags. You didn’t ask when continue reading …