When Love Loses Its Tender Veil

Eight months pregnant, I suffered placental abruption in a car accident. My husband, the rescue squad captain, was the first to reach the scene. But one phone call from his childhood sweetheart, and he pushed me out of the car while I was still bleeding, the blood not stopping. "Martha, Milly forgot her keys and can't get into the house, she's crying her eyes out. In heat like this, heatstroke would be a real problem. I've already called you an ambulance. Be strong. You and the baby are going to be fine."