"Enough! It's just a box! Were you going to hit Charlie? That piece of trash belongs in the garbage! Now apologize to Charlie and Delia!"
The commotion drew hospital staff. My attending physician rushed over.
James latched onto this like a weapon. "Your doctor's here. Do you really want to keep embarrassing yourself?"
"Linda, I'm telling you now—I will never accompany you to another prenatal checkup!"
"And once you give birth, that child is mine. You'll never see him again!"
The doctor went still. The words slipped out before she could stop them. "Prenatal checkup? But Ms. Hayward already miscarried..."
