Angela had left the city soon afterward and moved into the remote cabin that she once purchased as a peaceful retreat. That cabin slowly became the place where she hid from the world.
Her medical visits were arranged quietly with a physician from a nearby rural clinic named Doctor Philip Monroe, and he repeated the same warning during nearly every appointment.
“You have placenta previa and severe hypertension,” he told her seriously. “You cannot stay this far from an operating room because any emergency could become life threatening in minutes.”
Angela listened but refused to leave.
She imagined gossip columns with cruel headlines about a successful businesswoman abandoned while pregnant by a famous surgeon. She imagined whispers that she had tried to trap him.
Her personal assistant Melissa Grant was the only person who knew the entire truth.
“Ma’am, you need rest,” Melissa insisted gently one afternoon as she watched Angela pace slowly across the living room.
“How can I rest when every movement reminds me of everything I lost?” Angela replied quietly.
Angela had already chosen a name for the baby.