The Phone Call That Set Everything in Motion
It had started a few hours earlier, right before discharge.
Three days in the hospital. A brutal delivery. Two newborn girls: Ella and Sophie.
I had pictured Derek walking in with flowers, eyes shining, ready to meet his daughters properly.
Instead, my phone rang.
“Hey, baby,” he said, and something about his voice felt… clipped.
He told me he couldn’t pick us up.
His mom was having “hectic chest pains.”
He needed to drive to her city and take her to a hospital there.
I didn’t have the energy to fight, but I still tried.
I’d just had twins. I needed him. I needed my partner.
He promised he’d come as soon as he could.
Then the line went dead.
I sat there, staring at the wall, trying to keep my emotions from spilling everywhere.
Because the truth was simple and ugly: if his mother called, Derek moved.
So I got a taxi.
- I secured two car seats with shaking hands.
- I adjusted blankets like they were armor.
- I told myself we’d be home soon and this would still be a beautiful day.
I believed that right up until the driveway came into view.
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