The Regret That Lingered in Autumn, Never Reaching Winter

I'm an OB-GYN, and I've pulled more than one mother back from the brink of death. Then one day, Derek Rowe walked into my exam room, holding up his wife, who was thirty-four weeks pregnant. One of the interns murmured under her breath, "Mr. Rowe really is a model husband. He comes to every prenatal checkup himself." I finished the exam calmly, and the whole time I said only three lines of medical advice.