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I Was Sitting in the Delivery Room On Tuesday MorningChapter 3
“WHAT? Are you telling me that the baby might not be Micks?” “Oh shit!” Kendi broke down and clutched at me. The look on her face was the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I saw fear. I saw horror. I saw utter despair. My arms just reacted and wrapped themselves around my wife. Her sobs and shuddering body began a wave of hatred in me toward the doctor who had done this. The doctor was going to pay a high price. “Come here sweetie. None of this is your fault. Besides, we don’t have a...