RUBBY

The past few days had been a series of endless laughter and catching up on things I had missed while unconscious.

Both Alex and Dad had made it a duty to get me flowers every time they stepped out. It made me cry every time. Finally, the universe was making up for the three years I wasted begging to be loved.

The doctor said I was free to go, and that was after giving me all the pros and cons of handling my pregnancy and recovering fully.

The night before that day, Alex had ...