Matthew stared at his phone, unmoving for a long time.
The nurse picked up the torn consent form. "Mr. Harris, are you signing the consent form to save the pregnancy or not?" she asked.
In the ward, Ella cried out his name in pain.
As if suddenly jolted awake, he turned and rushed out of the hospital.
Along the way, he urged the driver to run three red lights.
The car had barely stopped when he pushed open the door and ran into the emergency hall, his shoes tracking mud and water across the floor.
Chloe's mother, Madison, was already standing outside the temporary morgue. She wasn't crying. She just asked, "You left her alone in the car?"
Matthew swallowed hard. "The fire department was already on the way," he said. "I was just taking Ella to the hospital; I was going to go right ba
