The night Chloe had her accident, the ER nurse had handed Marcus a stack of her medical records to hold on to.
At the time, his mind had been consumed by fear for Chloe and the baby's safety. He'd been so terrified that he hadn't even dared to look at the papers.
Now, he spread every single sheet across the table, one by one.
Early pregnancy test results.
Prenatal checkup records.
And a crumpled ultrasound photo, its surface marked with deep creases from being folded.
The black-and-white image showed a tiny, curled-up figure nestled inside the frame.
Marcus picked up the photo and stared at it for what felt like an eternity.
As his fingers brushed lightly over its edge, a memory suddenly came rushing back. It was a morning three months earlier.
Chloe had been hunched over the bath
