“And you thought leaving me was okay? I was alone!”
Confronting the Truth
“Rebecca, please. I rushed back as soon as I heard.” His voice was strained, almost pleading.
“Rushed back? You left me in labor on the floor. You chose your mother’s birthday over me!”
“I had a family emergency,” he shot back, frustration breaking through. “You don’t understand.”
“Then make me understand, Ethan! You weren’t there when I needed you the most,” she shouted, bitterness spilling out with each breath.
“I didn’t know you were in this much pain. If I could have been there, I would have!”
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the chaos of the room faded. But the silence was shattered when the door opened again, and a doctor stepped inside, face grave.
“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?”
