Chapter Nine
Ana
I paced the hospital hallway for as long as my legs could carry me. My mind was a whirlwind of questions I couldn't answer.
Why had he collapsed? What could have happened in the short time since I left the dining room?
Desmond was fine when I walked away. He was sitting there, talking to Ema, looking as strong as ever. And then, suddenly, he was on the floor.
I felt a cold fear tightening around my heart. I wanted to get away from him, and I wanted the rejection more than anything, but the reality was still there. He was the father of my child. Even if I hated him for what he had done to me, I could not let anything happen to him. Not yet.
I wasn't ready to be a widow before I was even a mother.
The heavy door to the treatment room opened, and the doctor walked out,
