I Convinced Myself She Left Me — Then I Found the Voicemails My Assistant Had Deleted
“How much does he weigh?” I asked the doctor, my voice trembling.
“Four pounds, three ounces.
He’s on respiratory support in our neonatal intensive care unit,” Dr.
Lindqvist said.
“He’s very small.
But he’s fighting hard.”
I capped my pen and closed the heavy blue folder that held the development contract.
Across the table, my business partner, Damian Ellery, stared at me in shock.