On his way, he overheard the nurses talking in hushed tones, their voices heavy with shock.
"Who could be so cruel? The woman’s face... slashed beyond recognition. Two hundred ten knife wounds—"
"And she was pregnant. How awful."
The word "pregnant" hit Daniel like a truck. His heart raced, panic setting in. Without thinking, he dialed my number again, his hands trembling, his breath quickening. For the first time, he was afraid.
Outside the operating room, the blood-soaked doctors filed out one by one, their faces grim. One of them, Dr. Harris, shook his head, a look of helplessness in his eyes. "We did everything we could. If Dr. Carter had arrived sooner, maybe... just maybe..."
The world around Daniel seemed to blur as he looked down the hallway. My lifeless body was being wheeled out of the operating room, draped under a white sheet. He hesitated, catching sight of the small bulge in my abdomen. My child—our child—never even had a chance to enter the world.