When the Groom Chose His Secretary

When I was eight months pregnant, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, ending up in the hospital.

While waiting for a family member to sign for emergency surgery,

My husband Nathan's voice came through the phone, sounding anxious.

"I can't make it. I'm busy being the groom at Winnie's wedding—her fiancé bailed on her again. Just find someone else to sign."

This was the second time I'd lost a child, and once again, I'd missed the critical window for surgery.

I handled the funeral for my baby alone.

Nathan still didn't show up.