Epilogue (2)

ROBERT

“I don't care what your policy is!” I argued, feeling the veins in my neck pop. “My wife isn’t having our babies without me!”

“Mr. Clarke, you must understand. This is a delicate situation, and we are monitoring your wife for potential complications. We need to do that with no distractions,” a nurse said.

“I'm her husband. I'm not a distraction.” I fought the urge to feel offended.

I could hear Renee's soft whimpering from the other side of the door, and each sound tore at my heartstrings. Yet, I couldn't go in and comfort her.

“We understand, sir. But there's protocol …”

“Fuck protocol. I'm not standing by during the birth of my children,” I snapped. Why was I repeating myself? I'd been saying it ever since they told me about their baseless policy.

Two hours. It’d been two hours since we got here. Two hours since everything flipped upside down and I’ve been out of character ever since.

No ... if I was being honest,