He finished his call and turned, walking out without another word. Zara trailed after him, but just before she stepped out, she looked back at me.
And smiled.
It was smug. Triumphant.
Like she was saying, 'See? Hayes is on my side. You? You’re nothing but a joke.'
...
The hospital didn’t fire me, but I got a warning.
Dr. Reeve found out what happened and didn’t waste a second stepping in.
“I applied for your early leave,” she told me the next day, voice firm. “You’re being reassigned to the Global Medical Relief team.”
I didn’t argue.
I packed up my things, filled out the paperwork, and went home.
...
Hayes still hadn’t come back. But his social media?
Constantly updated.
The first post that popped up was an ultrasound picture of Zara’s baby. The caption read, “Can’t wait to meet you, little one.”
The next post was a picture of a freshly painted nursery. “Hurry up and get here, baby. Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to hold you.”
He didn’t block me from seeing any of it.
Maybe he thought I wouldn’t care.
Maybe he wanted me to see.
I stared at the post for a long time before tapping the like button.
An hour later, I checked again.
I had been blocked.
I wasn’t angry.