Confronting the Truth
“Rebecca, please. I rushed back as soon as I heard.” His voice was strained, almost pleading.
“Rushed back? You left me in labor on the floor. You chose your mother’s birthday over me!”
“I had a family emergency,” he shot back, frustration breaking through. “You don’t understand.”
“Then make me understand, Ethan! You weren’t there when I needed you the most,” she shouted, bitterness spilling out with each breath.
“I didn’t know you were in this much pain. If I could have been there, I would have!”
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the chaos of the room faded. But the silence was shattered when the door opened again, and a doctor stepped inside, face grave.
“Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I need to discuss your son’s condition.”
Rebecca felt her heart race as dread pooled in her stomach. “What’s wrong with him?”
The doctor shifted uncomfortably. “He’s stable for now, but there are serious concerns…”
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Serious concerns? What do you mean?”
“We need to prepare for the possibility of lasting health issues.”
Before Rebecca could register the weight of those words, Ethan’s voice broke through her panic. “I’ve been thinking—about us. I was considering a divorce before the baby was born.”
Time stood still, the doctor’s voice fading into the background as the truth hung in the air between them like a lead weight.
