Just before the baby is delivered, I hear sirens outside — the police are coming to question Ethan about his whereabouts.
I Was in Labor Alone While My Husband Celebrated, and What Happened Next Shattered My World Forever
Section 3
The room spun as I blinked into the harsh hospital lights. I was alive, but only just. The arrival of my baby girl felt like a fleeting moment, swallowed by a wave of uncertainty and pain.
“Congratulations, Rebecca,” a voice said. I turned to see a doctor, frazzled but kind, his eyes full of concern. “You did great, but you’re in critical condition. We need to monitor you closely.”
My heart sank. Critical? The word echoed in my mind like a funeral bell. I’d just welcomed a life into the world, yet the shadow of mortality loomed too close.
“Where’s Ethan?” I croaked, my throat scratchy and parched. “I need him here.”
Before anyone could reply, the door swung open, and a police officer stepped inside. My eyes widened; the tension in the room shifted palpably.
