Camden did not choose the delivery room by chance.

He chose it because it was the moment I was, in every visible way, at my absolute lowest — flat on my back, in agony, undefended, dependent on the people around me for my very survival and my child’s.

He looked at a woman in that state and read it as the safest possible moment to strike, the moment I would be least able to fight back.

And that was his single, fatal error, the one that ran underneath all the others: he mistook my lowest point for my weakest.