When I came to, everything was just white noise and blurry lights. Voices floated around me..."The patient experienced severe trauma. She lost the baby."Baby?I was pregnant?Lost? What did that even mean?***"Peyton! Don't be scared, I'm here. Are you okay?"Matthew stormed in like he actually cared, like I was something precious.I forced a smile. "Let's get a divorce."He froze, then started begging—promising he'd make it right, swearing he'd change. I pressed a hand to my stomach, thinking about the baby who never even had a chance.Then I grabbed the glass beside me and chucked it at him."Get out!"He opened his mouth, but another voice cut in."She said get out. Didn't you hear her?"It was him—the guy who'd stepped in back at the hospital.Then Matthew did a double take. "Uncle Lionel? What are you doing here?""You don't get to ask. Someone get him out."I blinked, trying to process. The man looked at me and said calmly, "Lionel Langford."I hesitated, the
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