Chapter 4

Daniel arrived seven hours after our daughter was born and asked why I had made everyone treat him like a criminal.

He stopped inside the doorway. His eyes went first to the empty curve beneath my hospital blanket, then to the blood bag hanging beside the bed, but his irritation reached me before his fear did.

“Why did you call a helicopter?” he asked. “The hotel staff said the entire mountain thinks I abandoned you.”

Before I could answer, my nurse stepped between him and the bed.

“Mrs. Morgan had an emergency cesarean after a placental abruption,” she said. “She…