At 10:03 p.m., the hospital called to tell me my ex-wife was unconscious.
PART 2. Hannah’s heart monitor screamed like the room itself had started dying. For one second, I forgot the message. Forgot my brother’s name glowing on the cracked screen. Forgot everything except the woman in the bed and the small rise of her stomach beneath her hand. Then the room exploded into motion. Dr. Lawson…
