After giving birth to our son just three days ago, my husband asked me to take a taxi home alone with the
baby, while he drove my luxury car to have a lavish dinner with his family at a restaurant he booked months before. Desperate and exhausted, I called my dad and said tonight, I want him to go!
The sterile antiseptic smell of the private suite at Manhattan’s Presbyterian Hospital was supposed to be a memory by now. I, Amelia Sinclair, had been counting down the hours, 3 days.