When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed. Bridget Calloway was beside me, her eyes swollen and red from crying. "Thank God you hit my emergency contact before you passed out. Otherwise the paramedics couldn't have even gotten through your front door."
I tried to sit up. Pain lanced through my brow and my stomach at the same time.
I reached down to touch my belly, but Bridget caught my hand and held it still. "Don't. Your brow bone was cracked open. They could see bone. It took several stitches."
She paused.
"And the baby. They couldn't save it."
I froze. My hand hovered over my stomach. "What did you say? What baby?"
Bridget stared at me. "You didn't know you were two months pregnant? By the time the ambulance arrived, the impact to your back had caused severe bleeding. The baby didn't make it."
A sharp pain tore through my chest. Warren and I had been married for years. I'd wanted a child so badly, tried for so long, and it had never happened. And now one had come to me quietly, without my knowing, and left just as quietly. Sent away by its own father's hands.
Tears slid down my face. "A baby. God, I should be ashamed of myself. I didn't even know I'd been a mother."