past at the hospital came rushing back, settling heavy in my chest.
I was stuck.
Then something else slowly crept in.
Anger.
Was this a cruel joke? Or some kind of punishment? Had I done something wrong to upset my husband?
I wasn’t about to sit there and wait.
So, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and lowered myself down. The drop wasn’t far, but it still knocked the air out of me. I paused, catching my breath, then started dragging myself forward across the hardwood
