"Besides, you two went three whole years without a child, and the second some other man comes along, you're suddenly pregnant? You really think anyone's going to buy that?"
Marilyn stepped forward, her gaze unwavering.
"I am the deputy director of this hospital. Thirty years I've served this profession with integrity. What you're doing right now is calling my entire career into question."
"If Mr. Sanchez chooses to believe his wife over me, then by all means, find another doctor. I won't be performing this procedure today."
The moment those words left Marilyn's mouth, Kieran stopped hesitating.
He pried my fingers off his sleeve. One by one.
I begged him. I pleaded with him to believe me. Tears streamed down my face, and Kieran turned his back.
I reached for him again, but the second before my fingers could graze his coat, I heard his voice.
He sentenced our child to death.
"Take her in."
