The nurse froze, eyes wide. She muttered under her breath, "That’s… insane."
Since it was just a local anesthetic, Laura had been conscious throughout the procedure. Once I removed the object lodged inside her, she suddenly spoke, timidly, "Elaine, can we talk? Just the two of us?"
My hands paused for a moment as I packed up the tools. Then I looked up and said to the others, "You guys can go. I’ll handle post-op observation myself."
Soon, the recovery room was quiet as we were just the two of us.
Looking at the girl I had been sponsoring since right before her college entrance exams, my emotions were a mess.
"Go ahead. What is it you want to talk about?"
The fragile, tearful look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by smugness and provocation.
"What do you think we’re gonna talk about?" she said with a mocking smile. "Elaine, are you really gonna keep pretending? So what if you’re married? You’re just an aging woman now. Milton loves me now. You should just get divorced already and stop trying to hold on to him with a marriage certificate or a kid."
My heart sank as I took in her expression.