My water broke out of nowhere, but the danger only mattered to me. My husband brushed it off to serve my best friend instead—helping with her spray tan, her heels, and even her dead phone. When the bleeding started, he called me dramatic and pushed me aside, leaving me to fight for my unborn child alone. At midnight, I sent one last text to the only man I could trust: "Make it in time, and you're the dad." As I slip away in the ER, an unexpected arrival answers that message and comes for both the pen and us.
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