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in my abdomen. The white ceiling, the smell of ant

nlight streamed through the blinds, cast

screen dark. No missed calls. No mess

ld no more expectations for the man who had col

e saw I was awake. "You're up, Ms. Sullivan. Th

Thank you, Ms. Miller. An

r touch gentle. "You're very brave, Chloe. Faci

ad. "I'm not

phone and dialed m

t answered my texts all night, what happened?" El

about to break. I took a deep breath, keeping my v

ltrasound photo, the pain, the emer

followed by Elara's explosive roar. "That a

"Now's not the time. I need y

had begged for love had died on that operating table, and

it my resignation letter to the team

n employee, a pathetic attempt to have

d. "Done! You should have le

ment. Fast. I don't want

antly. "Leave it to me. You j

osa, a kind-faced Mexican woman, arrived

," she said, her voice warm. "She said

ng through my body, chasing away some of the chil

e by. He told me the ruptured cyst was dangerous and

mergency contact is your husband, Landon

ly. "And we won't be husban

but didn't press further,

sited every day, updating me on the apartmen

read: "NHL Star Landon Knight's Late-Night Rendezvous with

swarmed by reporters, Landon protec

sion on his face that I had never seen before. I felt not

ooked out the window. The Ne

nd Rosa came to get me. Elara gave

thout a single glance

the home I had shared with L

t building in Manhattan and handed me a key.

urning inside me. I had given up on Landon, and

ife star