Her face looked almost translucent in the low light.
She had been crying.
Ethan closed the door.
“My mother is here.”
Hannah went rigid.
“What?”
“She came to the hospital.”
“No.”
“Hannah—”
“You need to keep her away from my babies.”
Her panic was instant.
Ethan crossed the room.
“Why?”
“Promise me.”
“Why?”
“Promise me!”
“I promise.”
Hannah began shaking.
He wanted to take her hand.
He didn’t.
“I’m locking down access to your chart,” he said. “No visitors without your approval. Now tell me why you’re afraid of her.”
Hannah stared at him for a long time.
Then she whispered, “Because your mother already took one child from me.”
Ethan stopped breathing.
“What?”
Hannah closed her eyes.
A tear slid down her cheek.
“Five years ago, I was pregnant.”
The room vanished around him.
Ethan sat down slowly.
“You…”
“Yes.”
“How far?”
“Almost nine weeks when we broke up.”
