The Night Before I Gave Birth, I Heard My Husband Pay a Doctor to Make Sure I Never Left the Delivery Room. He Thought I Was Asleep
“Beckett — could you run down to the cafeteria and get me some shaved ice?
My throat is so dry, I can barely stand it.”
“Of course, darling.
Anything.” He kissed my cheek with the easy carelessness of a man certain his plan was perfect, and he walked out.
The door clicked shut behind him.
And the second it did, I brought my hand down on the emergency call button and held it.
Chapter 9 — The Call Button
Nurse Ramirez came in fast, already reaching for my chart.