Her Comeback: Love, Loft, Life

The first thing I felt was the sterile cold of the hospital sheets. My whole body ached, a deep, hollow pain I remembered too well. Then I saw him: Mark, my ex-husband, standing over me, not a trace of concern on his face.

"Jane, you have to sign this." He held a clipboard, ready to trick me into signing away the last piece of security I had left-our loft.

In my past life, this scene was burned into my memory. I had just lost our baby, almost died, while Mark deliberately ignored my frantic calls.