He Was Never My Moon

Summary

At three months pregnant, a drop of blood sent my husband racing down the highway at 110 mph.

I sat beside him, watching his jaw clench as he hit the gas. Remembering how scared Cole used to be of driving, I reached out.

“It’s okay, honey,” I whispered. “Just a little spotting. Maybe I scratched myself.”

“I never thought you got your license for me. This is your first time driving. Please, slow down.”

Cole stayed silent, lips tight.

At the ER, the ultrasound showed the baby was fine. I sighed in relief—until I checked a local gossip forum and saw a photo of our car.