Nathan’s POV

“Dr. Abrams,” I exclaimed. “Where is Amelie?”

“Can we speak in private?” Dr. Abrams asked.

“Anything you need to say, you can say in front of my family,” I declared.

“At least have a seat, Nathan,” Dr. Abrams advised.

I sat down, and my heart sank. It was as if he were bracing me for bad news.

“Nathan, Amelie started to hemorrhage out because her uterus wasn’t contracting at all,” Dr. Abrams explained. “We didn’t know how to stop it or why it was ...