Curious, we quietly followed him to the maternity ward, where the reason for his absence became clear.
There, Winnie lay on the bed, clinging to Ross, crying about her fear of giving birth. Sean was next to her, gently brushing the hair from her face, both of them looking at her with tender concern.
The three of them, side by side, painted a picture of harmony that was painful to behold.
My best friend and I instinctively placed our hands on our stomachs, the contrast to Winnie’s scene of “frightened happiness” only emphasizing our sorrow.
Forcing myself to look away, I grabbed my friend’s arm and left the hospital with her.
We had more important things to do.
[See you at the registry office the day after tomorrow.] I texted Ross.
[And bring Sean with you. This is serious – if you don’t show, we’ll proceed with divorce through the courts.]
Almost immediately, Ross called me, but I hung up.
Messages flooded in, but I didn’t read them. I shut my phone off.
Next, my friend and I headed to the police station to report what had happened.
This wasn’t just an incident; it was a calculated act of revenge against a doctor’s family.
I recounted the details to the officer, who looked deeply concerned.