Not long after, Elena decided to get discharged, despite the doctor’s repeated attempts to stop her. She couldn’t stay any longer. The hospital walls felt suffocating, and hunger gnawed at her stomach. No one had visited. No one cared enough to bring her food or ask how she was. She was alone.
Determined, she told herself she would go home, find a proper job, and fend for herself and her baby. But just as she reached the door, someone shoved it open from the outside. The force sent her stumbling backward—she barely caught herself by gripping the doorframe.
Startled, Elena’s heart froze when she saw who it was.
"Elena!"
The voice thundered across the room, raw and filled with venom. He never called her name gently—it was always laced with hatred and disgust.
"Did you hit Avery today?"
