“What happened to her?”
He looked down.
“She was taken to another hospital.”
“Why?”
“Because they told me she had severe complications.”
I shook my head.
“I would remember.”
“You were unconscious for almost two days.”
“Where was she?”
Michael’s voice broke.
“I was told she died.”
I stared at him.
“Who told you?”
“The doctor.”
“What doctor?”
He gave me the name.
I didn’t recognize it.
But Eleanor did.
She covered her mouth.
“That’s impossible.”
“What?”
Eleanor looked at me.
“That doctor was my daughter’s father.”
The room went silent.
I looked between them.
“You’re saying…”
Eleanor nodded.
“My husband was the doctor who delivered your baby.”
I felt sick.
Michael took my hand.
I pulled it away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I believed she was dead.”
“For 22 years?”
“I believed it.”
“Then how is Lucy here?”
Michael looked toward the baby.
