He drove to the hospital like a man trying to outrun regret. Hours passed as he waited outside the delivery room—hands shaking, chest tight, replaying every ignored call in his mind. When the doctor finally stepped out, he could barely breathe.
But instead of the worst, he was brought to a dim, quiet room
But instead of the worst, he was brought to a dim, quiet room.
I was there, cradling our newborn daughter.
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