The Phone Call That Set Everything in Motion
It had started a few hours earlier, right before discharge.
Three days in the hospital. A brutal delivery. Two newborn girls: Ella and Sophie.
I had pictured Derek walking in with flowers, eyes shining, ready to meet his daughters properly.
Instead, my phone rang.
“Hey, baby,” he said, and something about his voice felt… clipped.
He told me he couldn’t pick us up.
His mom was having “hectic chest pains.”
He needed to drive to her city and take her to a hospital there.
I didn’t have the energy to fight, but I still tried.
I’d just had twins. I needed him. I needed my partner.
