At eight months pregnant, I thought my husband was taking me somewhere safe. Thirty minutes later, I was bleeding beside a railroad track, abandoned by the man I loved—while a train thundered toward me and my unborn child.
My name is Emily Carter, and at eight months pregnant, I thought I had already survived the worst pain a woman could endure.I was wrong. I lived in a small town in Montana with my husband, Daniel Carter—the man I once trusted with my life. When I told him I was pregnant, his smile never … Read more