In the marble lobby afterward, Ivan caught up to me.

“Are you happy now, Meredith?

You got what you wanted.”

I stopped and looked at him with a clarity that surprised us both.

“No, Ivan.

What I wanted was to wake up from surgery and find a husband worried about whether I’d lived.

What I wanted was a father holding his newborn instead of planning how to steal him.

I didn’t get that.