But the doctor next to me, unaware of my hesitation, pushed the door open. And there it was. The scene inside hit me like a punch to the gut.
My husband of six years was holding a young woman, whom I had been financially supporting, in his arms. He was gently patting her back, comforting her like she meant the world to him.
I held back the tears burning at the corners of my eyes and forced myself to speak in a trembling voice.
“Milton, is this what you meant by sponsoring her? Right into your bed?”
——
The room fell deathly silent.
A fellow doctor, stunned, instinctively let go of the door. It slammed shut with a bang, jolting everyone back to reality.
Seeing their stunned faces and barely concealed panic, I sneered.
“What? Surprised to see me here?”
Tears streamed down Laura Fox’s face like they cost nothing. She looked at me with wide, pitiful eyes, stammering an apology.
“I’m so sorry, Elaine. Please don’t get the wrong idea. I was just scared, so I called Milton.”