“Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I need to discuss your son’s condition.”
Rebecca felt her heart race as dread pooled in her stomach. “What’s wrong with him?”
The doctor shifted uncomfortably. “He’s stable for now, but there are serious concerns…”
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Serious concerns? What do you mean?”
“We need to prepare for the possibility of lasting health issues.”
Before Rebecca could register the weight of those words, Ethan’s voice broke through her panic. “I’ve been thinking—about us. I was considering a divorce before the baby was born.”
Time stood still, the doctor’s voice fading into the background as the truth hung in the air between them like a lead weight.
Section 5
The walls of the recovery room felt like they were closing in on me. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind, “Your son needs immediate surgery.” I couldn’t breathe. “How could this happen?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
Ethan, who had been staring blankly at the floor, suddenly shifted his gaze to me. “This is your fault, Rebecca!” His voice cut through the air like a knife. “If you hadn’t insisted on having this baby at all—”
“What do you mean, my fault?” I shot back, rage boiling inside. “You weren’t even there! You left me on the kitchen floor, alone!”
