At my baby shower when I was eight months pregnant, my friends raised $47,000 to help me with medical bills. As soon as my mom saw the donation box, she got greedy and tried to snatch my donation box right off the table.

Then the searing pain in my abdomen hit me, the horrific memories rushed back in a tidal wave, and I frantically tried to sit up.

“Noah?” I whispered, my throat dry and raspy.

Leah instantly appeared beside my bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She grabbed my hand. “He’s alive, Ava.”

I collapsed back into the pillows and sobbed uncontrollably.

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