Daddy's Little Girl (Complete book- limited time only)

The Ford Taurus careened through the darkened streets of North Point, its tires screeching in protest. Harrison Kringe gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, a cold dread twisting in his gut. His wife, Rebecca, lay slumped and silent in the back seat, her earlier screams replaced by a terrifying quiet. Only five days in this new town, and their lives had already been irrevocably shattered.

His heart hammered against his ribs as he sped toward the faint blue 'H' sign of North Point Hospital. "Hang on, baby, we're almost there," he rasped, though Rebecca offered no reply. Inside the silent emergency room, he screamed for help, for someone to save his soulmate. Doctors and nurses rushed in, and the chilling words escaped him: "My wife, she's lost a lot of blood... I think she's in labor."

Time stretched, agonizing and slow, outside the delivery room doors. The frantic beeping of machines, then the sickening, steady flatline, 'Beeeeeeeeeeeee...' Harrison collapsed, vomiting on the cold tile, his world spinning. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a sudden 'Chizzzzzzzt... bunk' followed by a series of 'beep...beep...beep...' signaled a desperate hope. Then, the most beautiful sound: a child crying.

A doctor emerged, inviting him to meet his "beautiful baby girl." He held her, whispering, "Hi. I'm your daddy." Rebecca stirred, her eyes fluttering open, a weak smile gracing her lips. But her words were delirious, "The baby's coming!" Suddenly, her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back, and the flatline shrieked again. Harrison stood, frozen in horror, clutching his newborn, watching the doctors' fruitless efforts. After nearly five minutes, the doctor's voice cut through the silence, heavy with sorrow: "Time of death,...11:52."

But when the doctor turned to offer condolences, Harrison and the baby were gone.