Chapter 3

In the seventh month after the divorce, I went into labor early.

That night, a sharp pain twisted through my stomach out of nowhere. It came so fast that I could barely think. I grabbed my phone and called an ambulance.

By the time I got to the hospital, everything felt like it was moving too quickly. The doctor said I needed surgery right away.

There was no one with me. I signed the consent form on my own, and they wheeled me into the operating room.

The lights inside were blinding. They were so bright that I had to…