Aria had always known her husband, Dave, felt responsible for his mother, but she never imagined that sense of duty would follow him into the delivery room. At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, she went into labor with hope and quiet excitement, believing they would welcome their first child together, side by side. For hours, Dave stayed close, encouraging her, holding her hand, promising that soon their daughter would arrive. But everything shifted when his phone rang. What seemed like a brief interruption quickly turned into something far more unsettling, as he grew distracted, restless, and distant.