PART 2
“Your wife was eight weeks pregnant when she arrived in my O.R.,” Dr. Caleb Reed stated, his voice a lethal whisper.
Julian’s lungs seized in utter paralysis as every particle of color deserted his features.
“It was twins,” Dr. Caleb Reed continued relentlessly.
The massive bouquet of white blossoms plummeted from his nerveless fingers, littering the bleached clinical floor like discarded frost.
“No…” he choked out, stumbling backward until his spine hit the wall. “Both heartbeats… gone?”
Collapsing hard against the floor, he buried his fists in his hair while an agonized, fractured wail erupted from his ribs. “Nora, I swear to God, I didn’t know!”
My unblinking gaze remained fixed on the sniveling wreck groveling beneath me — a man I had once prioritized above my own soul. The hollow ache within me solidified into impenetrable, vengeful iron; his manufactured guilt meant nothing to me now, for I craved nothing short of his systematic destruction.
Yet before a single syllable parted my lips, the overhead fluorescent bulbs convulsed with an aggressive hum, and the entire critical ward was instantly swallowed by suffocating, pitch-black darkness…
