Chapter 4

The turning point happened on the fifteenth day of my postpartum recovery.

That night, I came down with a high fever.

My C-section wound got infected because I was constantly getting up alone to care for the baby.

I lay in bed, burning up, and my nightgown was drenched in cold sweat.

The baby was crying his lungs out next to me, but I couldn't even lift him in my arms.

I struggled to grab my phone and dialed Jack's number.

The phone rang forever before he finally picked up. There was a lot of noise in the background, and…