My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back
“You’ve had a rough go of it. The paramedics did excellent work getting you here quickly.”
She went through the basics, concussion, cracked ribs, cracked skull, lacerations, contusions, speaking carefully, like she knew I was still trying to piece the world back together.
I listened, or more precisely, tried to, nodding when it felt right, but the words felt distant, like they were happening to someone else. Then she paused, glanced at the chart again, and her expression softened in a way that made my stomach drop.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” she said gently. “During the trauma from the accident, I’m sorry to tell you but you experienced a miscarriage. You were early in the
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