Chapter 2The Delivery Room Departure

Before the anesthesia took hold, my mind kept flashing to images of Ethan anxiously pacing outside the operating room.

The picture-perfect moment of happiness I had fantasized about so many times.

All of it amounted to nothing.

I stared at the blinding white surgical lights. In a haze, after a sharp sting in my lower back, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself floating near the ceiling.

The 'me' on the operating table was covered in blood.

I was dead, and my baby died with me.

Two dark figures materialized, ready to escort my soul away.

But I wanted to stay.

I couldn't accept this.

Ethan and I had been deeply in love for years. Why, in the most critical moment of my life, did he abandon me?

I looked down at the tiny, motionless baby in the doctor's arms and felt an overwhelming, crushing grief.

I begged the figures to let me stay.

Fearing I would wander off and become a lost soul, they tethered my spirit to Ethan.