Vanished Into the Crowd

I was five months pregnant when an Uber driver hit me and knocked me to the ground.

At the hospital, the doctors couldn't get a hold of my family for a while.

The girl who hit me cried helplessly on the phone:

"I hit a pregnant woman, I'm so scared… Daniel."

That familiar name made me freeze.

Half an hour later, the ward door was pushed open forcefully, and a wave of cedarwood scent filled the room.

The man who appeared in the ward was none other than my husband, Daniel, who had told me he was on a business trip out of town and would bring gifts for our baby when he returned.

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