“Fourth floor. Labor and delivery.”
Victor was already moving.
He took the stairs three at a time.
Fourth floor.
Room 412.
A red critical light burned above the door.
Through the narrow window, Victor saw her.
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Buzz
My son had no idea I’d saved $800,000. Then his wife said, “He has to leave this house.”
The porcelain coffee cup slipped from Chelsea’s hand. It hit the concrete driveway with a heavy crack, sending dark coffee splashing across her bare…
