Blood ran from the back of my hand to my wrist after I pulled out the IV line.
A nurse pushed the door open and jumped when she saw me. She hurried over and pressed a gauze pad to my hand.
"Miss Mercer, what are you doing? The bleeding hasn't even stopped."
"Please help me with the discharge paperwork."
"You're in no condition to leave right now."
"I have something urgent to take care of."
I didn't tell her my flight to Asterford left at 2 a.m.
I didn't tell her that I wasn't leaving on a business trip. I was running for my life.
I was running from the hospital, from Caleb, and from a relationship I had once believed would last the rest of my life.
By the time Margaret Dawson reached the hospital, I had already changed clothes.
Tears in her eyes, she asked about the baby and why
