Chapter 2: Control Is Oxygen
The nurse’s name was Melissa Ward. Her smile had already vanished, replaced by the careful calm of someone trying not to frighten me.
“Mrs. Whitmore,” she said, watching the monitor, “I’m going to page Dr. Patel again.”
“Page the surgical team,” I said.
She blinked.
Most women in my place might have asked what was happening. Most would have asked where their husband was. But six years married to Grant had taught me one thing: panic is a luxury. Evidence is survival. Control is oxygen.
“Call hospital legal,” I continued. “Tell them my husband is unreachable, I am conscious, and I authorize emergency intervention for myself and my baby.”
For half a breath, Melissa froze. Then she moved fast, and the hallway outside my curtain came alive… Continue Reading ⬇️
