The doctors gave him no more than three months.
“Please don’t talk about dying while she’s kicking.”
“That’s exactly why I have to, sweetheart.”
“Mark.”
His thumb moved slowly across my stomach.
“If I can’t watch her grow up, maybe somebody else gets more time with their family.”
“Don’t make dying sound noble. I’m already angry enough.”
“That’s exactly why I have to, sweetheart.”
His eyes lifted to mine.
