She comforted me, explaining that Alma was undergoing a full-body examination at the postpartum care center but would come to visit once she was finished.
Her eyes reddened with indignation as she asked, "Miss White, the ambulance arrived within five minutes. How could your injuries be so severe?"
"How did those paramedics ignore such massive blood loss? I'll report this to the director immediately. It's a disgrace to our hospital to have emergency responders like them!"
Hearing her words, an ache rose in my heart. Even a stranger like her, someone I'd only just met, was showing me genuine concern. Yet the man I shared my bed with could only mock me and accuse me of faking everything.
I pressed my lips together, they tasted bitter.
Seeing I wasn't responding, the nurse's expression was filled with sympathy. She promised not to let me down, reassuring me that she'd take good care of both me and my baby.
Her words brought a surge of warmth to my otherwise frozen heart. After the nurse left, I picked up my phone, preparing to contact a divorce lawyer.