Romance

At Dawn I Let Go Of The Past

by Miles Farrow

A hostage situation broke out at a shopping mall, and a female college student and I were backed into a corner by the attacker.My husband, hostage negotiator Logan Callum, was the first to arrive on the scene.I shielded the girl behind me and discreetly flashed Logan a tactical hand signal. If he could pull the attacker's attention away for just one second, I could take the man down.We had drilled this kind of life-or-death coordination countless times.But this time, Logan, who was always so composed, lost control. He ignored my signal, his eyes bloodshot as he roared at the attacker, "She's pregnant! Don't hurt her! I'll give you anything you want!"My heart softened, and my hand drifted to my belly. He must have seen the pregnancy test results I'd picked up last night.The attacker was spiraling out of control, his blade a hair's breadth from slitting our throats. Then Logan broke every rule of negotiation. He forced his way past the cordon and yanked the girl out from behind me.Losing his hostage sent the attacker into a rage, and he brought the knife down.With no time left, I had no choice but to grab the blade with my bare hand to save myself. The steel sliced open my palm, and warm blood gushed out, but I didn't feel a thing.I stared numbly at the scene a short distance away. Logan was crushing the girl against his chest, comforting her in a trembling voice, "Don't be scared. I won't let anything happen to you or the baby."Only then did it hit me. The "she" Logan had been talking about wasn't me.

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