Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my swollen belly.
“Please stay with me,” I whispered over and over. “Please don’t leave me.”
The storm roared on, snow slowly burying me as each breath burned colder than the last. I wasn’t thinking about myself anymore.
I was fighting for my son.
Then I heard voices above the wind.
Michael hadn’t left.
He was still there—with **Ashley**, his so-called executive assistant.