The Cord Blood Bargain

Eight months pregnant, and my notoriously biased parents finally invited me home for dinner.

Then the fire broke out.

In an instant, they shoved me aside, grabbing my sister, Chelsea—the one with leukemia—and fled, leaving me to the flames.

Just as I thought I was going to die, my husband, Adrian, charged back into the inferno without a second thought and pulled me from the wreckage. He didn't seem to care about his own burns, his eyes filled with nothing but aching tenderness for me.