IVAN’S POV

I stood frozen at the reception desk with my fists clenched as the wheels squeaking down the hallway echoed in my head.

The memories of Anna screaming and the heavy bleeding flashed in my head. Was she going to be okay? Was my baby going to make it? The thought of losing my baby made me furious.

The doctor came back out not long after. He looked around and then asked, “Where’s her husband?”

Nolan’s mom stepped forward quickly. “He’s not around. Is everything okay with Anna and the baby?”

The doctor looked down at the chart in his hands and sighed. “She’s 32 weeks along, which means...