"Come here," Mike said as he helped me up off the sofa. He led me along the hall to the bedroom and settled me down on the bed. Kneeling next to me, he said softly, "I would do anything for you, Angie. I know you don't feel good. If I could take this away for you, I would. Is there anything you'd like? How about some ice cream?" I didn't know what I wanted or needed other than for all of this to go away. I needed to be airlifted out of hell . . ."
Hope shattered, faith paralyzed. Only love could save me and my baby.