MY HUSBAND POURED BOILING WATER ON ME, DEMANDING A SON—THEN THE DOCTOR REVEALED THE TRUTH ABOUT THE BABIES HE HAD ALREADY KILLE

PART 2 — The Truth Beneath Every Lost Pregnancy

The nurse turned away from Luke before placing the call.

“Who are we calling?” she asked quietly.

“My sister.”

Luke froze.

I watched his face change.

For years, he had told me that Rebecca had stopped caring about me. He said she was selfish, judgmental, and only called because she wanted money.

But the truth was much simpler.

Rebecca had tried to reach me.

Luke had made sure she couldn’t.

The nurse held the phone to my ear.

“Rebecca?”

There was a pause.

Then my sister answered.

“Caroline?”

Her voice broke the moment she heard mine.

“Where are you?”

I swallowed against the pain.

“St. Vincent’s.”

“What happened?”

I looked toward Luke.

He was standing near the door, watching me with an expression I had learned to fear.

“He did it,” I whispered.

Silence.

Then Rebecca inhaled sharply.

“Luke?”

I closed my eyes.

“Yes.”

My sister began crying.

“I knew it. I knew something was wrong.”

Luke stepped forward.

“That is enough.”