I was rushed into an ambulance, my icy hand gripping Michael’s jacket tightly. My voice cracked: “Michael… save my baby… please… save him…”
“Don’t worry. I will…” His voice trembled despite his resolve.
Hearing his promise, the tension inside me finally snapped. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I awoke again, the blinding white light made me dizzy. Instinctively, I reached for my belly—flat. The emptiness pierced through me like a blade.
“My baby…” I sat up abruptly, my voice raw and broken.
By my bedside, Michael’s bloodshot eyes and unshaven face revealed his exhaustion. He looked like he’d aged years in days. Bowing his head, his voice was heavy as stone. “Emma… I’m sorry. The freezer was too cold. Your body temperature dropped to dangerous levels. The baby… couldn’t survive.”
