THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIS NEW LOVER-THEN FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WOMAN HE ABANDONED DYING WITH HIS CHILD

“Blood pressure dropping.”

“Thirty-eight weeks.”

“Move, move.”

“Possible PPCM—get OB and cardio in place now.”

Cormack looked up, annoyed at first.

Then completely still.

The woman on the gurney was drenched in sweat, her face pale as paper, black hair tangled against the pillow. Her fingers gripped the side rail. A clear oxygen mask fogged and cleared, continue reading …