He Took My Kidney, She Took My Baby

Synopsis

Just before the anesthesia kicked in, I heard the lead surgeon ask, "Mr. Reed, Mrs. Reed is eight weeks pregnant. Should we still proceed with the surgery?" Jonathan Reed's voice came through his mask, cold as a scalpel. "Continue." "But—" the surgeon hesitated. "I said continue," Jonathan repeated, leaning in as my eyes grew heavy. He spoke each word slowly, "Evelyn, this is the debt you owe Claire." What? I looked at Jonathan, and all I wanted to do was laugh. Laugh at myself for spending three years waiting for him every night, cooking three meals a day. Laugh at how I gave up my career in medicine for him. Laugh at how I was lying here on the operating table, while he was outside, holding Claire Summers's hand. Right before the anesthesia fully kicked in, I struggled to move my fingers. I couldn't reach my phone, but I could feel my stomach. Inside me, a new heartbeat had just begun, and now, it was about to be cut out along with my left kidney.