MY HUSBAND MISSED 0UR BABY’S BIRTH—THEN I SAW HIM CARRYING AN0THER WOMAN’S CHILD

Reid came back to the bed and held my hand.

“I need twenty minutes.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Reid.”

He leaned down until our foreheads touched.

“Twenty minutes. I promise.”

Those were the last words he said before walking out.

Twenty minutes turned into an hour.

Then two.