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lared his love for her, telling her they finally had "their own family." But the real horror was still to come: I realized the p
ered when Aiden, my husband, rushed past me in the operating room to embrace Debbra May, my pati
y prenatal vitamins with something else-something he watched me swallow, morning after morni
ifying calm, I walked out of the OR and told my best friend, "Book an appointment for me, C
in
st through the OR doors,
ection, my patient's uterus open on the table. Aiden stood in the doorway, hair
mth cutting through the bone-deep
the good news-the baby was h
t even l
mask and cap, grabbed my patient's
, you did it.
The needle driver turned
amed down his face. "I love you, D
That was the voic
five months pregnant with our first child. The hospital corridors were a jarring mi
g lives on Christmas Eve, carrying one of your own. You an
d smile had t
meticulously peeling shrimp for me, his touch gentle. When my uncle o
said. "No alcohol for either
dled now, pois
woman whose baby I had just delivered, whose
y husband's mistre
rsery at home? He
laced them with something else-something he wanted me
onth. Every morning, he had ha
e needle driver into the metal tray.
my best friend in the hallway, and said the wor
r me, Chloe. I want to

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