After Our Divorce, I Secretly Carried His Child Until the Day I Went Into Labor and the Doctor Lowered His Mask 009 

“Okay, Chloe,” he said softly, snapping gloves on with trembling hands. “I need you to breathe with me.”

I wanted to hate how calm his voice still sounded.

Wanted to hate that part of me still trusted him instinctively.

But another wave of pain crushed every thought apart.

Hours blurred strangely after that.

There was no sense of time anymore.

Only pain.

Heat.

Voices.

Machines.