When our plane started going down, my husband, the captain, looked torn. But without hesitation, I shoved the last parachute into the hands of the other two passengers. In my previous life, after much deliberation, my husband had given the parachute to me, his pregnant wife, and stayed behind on the plane as it was about to crash. But the death we were supposed to face together never came. His beloved first love died in the crash, while he survived. From then on, my husband stayed by my side every day, waiting for our baby to be born...
