KIERAN
Edwina was wheeled into the surgery room.
Tears stinged my eyes, and my heart ached so bad that it was hard to feel anything else. Fear, terror, pure and unabashed shame coiled together and wrapped around my neck like a vise, tightening with each breath I took.
The surgery went on for hours, my breath dragging itself almost to its end with each passing hour.
Please let her be okay. She had to be. I could not imagine life without her. Could not even think of living without her. She had to survive. For me. For Noah. For our unborn daughter.
When the lights on the surgery room finally changed from red to green, i jumped to my feet immediately. The doctor came outside, his eyes darker than it was earlier. He looked tired, but definitely not as exhausted I was.
Not that I was making a comparison or anything.
"Mr. White," he called.