PART 6 – The Night Everything Almost Broke
I thought it was over.
I was wrong.
At 4:07 a.m., Anna screamed.
I ran to the bedroom and saw her clutching her stomach, her face pale.
“The baby…” she gasped.
My heart dropped.
We rushed to the hospital, every second feeling like a lifetime.
Doctors surrounded her.
Lights. Voices. Chaos.
I stood outside the room, helpless.
Then one of the nurses asked quietly,
“Has she been under severe stress?”
I couldn’t answer.
Because I already knew the truth.
Hours passed.
Or maybe minutes.
I don’t know.
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Until finally—
The doctor walked out.
