My whole body went still.
Something inside me was screaming not to let him go.
But Michael was standing by the door.
“Please,” he whispered. “We agreed.”
I didn’t remember agreeing to anything.
I remembered being terrified.
Somehow, a few minutes later, my signature was on the papers.
When I left the hospital, I was carrying the empty baby carrier Michael had brought with him.
He walked several steps ahead of me.
I couldn’t stop staring at that empty carrier.
We were almost at the parking lot when someone suddenly called my name.
“Emily!”
I turned around.
It was the nurse who had brought my baby to me earlier.
She was running toward us, breathing hard, holding a folded sheet of paper in one hand.
Michael’s face changed immediately.
“No,” he said.
The nurse ignored him.
She stopped directly in front of me, tears filling her eyes.
