Natalie & Warren — The Letters He Never Let Her Read

“My private investigator confirmed your identity barely two hours ago, Natalie,” he answered as the sirens wailed around us.

“I had no idea you were married to Vance Mercer. We sent two certified letters over the past six weeks, but we never received a reply.”

My heart clenched…

PART 3

“Letters?” I asked. “What letters?” Warren reached toward his coat, then stopped when the paramedic adjusted the monitors.

“Not now. Please. The doctors need you.”

I wanted to demand an answer. Instead, the ambulance rocked over a turn and another contraction struck so fiercely that my words dissolved into a cry.

The paramedic told Warren to move back. She continued checking my blood pressure and the baby’s heartbeat.

Her expression was composed, but she spoke more quickly into the radio, notifying the hospital that I was bleeding heavily and that the obstetric team should be ready.

“I called Vance,” I gasped. “He wouldn’t come.”

Warren’s face changed. “Where is he?”

“At his mother’s birthday.