A Betrayal and a Rebirth

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On Christmas Eve, my water broke.

My husband, Mark, was in such a panic that he ran out to the car without his shoes, his bare feet sinking into the snow.

I watched as the ice and rough pavement tore at his skin, leaving bloody tracks behind us.

Tears of gratitude welled in my eyes.

But as I slid into the back seat of the car, I saw it―an opened Trojan condom wrapper.

"What... what is this?"

I struggled to catch my breath, my fingers closing around the small foil packet.

Mark glanced