After a Brutal 14-Hour Labor, I Was Holding Our Newborn Son – But What My Husband Whispered Before Walking Out Made My Bl00d Run Cold

Her hand trembled as she held it toward me.

James explained.

“She wanted to give our son a name.”

I frowned.

“What name?”

“Her father’s.”

I opened the folded paper.

There was one word written there.

Owen.

For several seconds, I could only stare.

Then I started laughing and crying at the same time.

“That’s the name we chose.”

James nodded.

“I know.”

Marion smiled through tears.