One-Way Street: When Love Leaves
"Darling, if you're busy, you should go. My stomach doesn't hurt that much anymore. I can go to the hospital myself."
"Really?"
"Of course. Don't worry, it's fine."
He pulled the car to the curb and leaned close, pressing his face against my belly. His hands lingered there, reluctant to leave.
"Baby," he murmured, "Daddy has to work now. I'll come see you later."
Then he lifted his head, kissed me tenderly on the lips, and whispered, "Rachel, you're so understanding. I'm so lucky to have you."
I watched his figure disappear down the street, then walked to a nearby café and opened the live feed from the home security cameras.
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