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

Then her expression changed.

“Olivia…”

“What?”

“I think I saw him.”

My heart started pounding.

“Where?”

“In the parking lot.”

She sat down beside the bed.

“I was pulling into a space when I saw a man who looked exactly like James getting into the passenger seat of a car.”

I stared at her.

“There was another man driving. He was wearing some kind of uniform. I didn’t recognize him.”

“What kind of car?”

“I don’t know. But there was a sticker on the back window.”

She hesitated.

“I think it said hospice.”

“Hospice?”

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