Behind him, an ambulance waited in the driveway.
Relief hit me so suddenly that tears filled my eyes before I could stop them.
The paramedic took one look at me, and his expression shifted.
“Ma’am, are you here alone?”
I nodded.
Within seconds, two more medics rushed inside with equipment. One of them looked down at the floor and muttered something sharp under his breath.
There was blood.
Too much blood.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My husband,” I managed. “He left.”
The medics exchanged a look. One of them immediately reached for his radio.
“Dispatch, we have a high-risk twin pregnancy. Possible emergency delivery. Patient appears to have been left alone and is showing signs of severe distress.”
Left alone.
The words moved through me like broken glass.
Because that was exactly what had happened.
