When Spring Finally Chose Me
Language: en
The surgery was over, and the baby did not survive. The nurse told me to find someone to stay with me, so I clutched my cracked phone and dialed my husband’s number again. The one who answered was his friend, and his voice carried a smile. “Ethan is inside with the kid, so he left his phone with me.” From the other end of the line came the gentle voice of a preschool teacher. “The child is very attached to Mr. Lancaster, and he kept calling him Daddy while filling out the forms.” My throat went dry. “Where is he?” “At the .” The phone was passed over, and the man’s low voice finally…