A few days later, the doctor walked into Elena’s hospital room with a gentle smile.
“Elena,” he said, flipping through her chart, “you’re recovering well. You can be discharged today.”
Elena’s heart pounded. She sat up quickly, clutching the blanket to her chest. “Doctor, before I go… please, tell my husband the truth.”
The doctor frowned, puzzled. “The truth? What truth are you referring to, Mrs. Salvatore?”
She looked at him, her eyes brimming with desperation. “The lie they told about me—not being pregnant. You were there that day. You told Avery yourself!”
The doctor blinked in confusion. “I’m afraid there must be a mistake. I’ve never had any conversation with anyone about my patients. Confidentiality is my priority.”
Elena’s heart dropped. “Then who was that doctor? The one who
