Her Scars, His Final Stand

nd the air smelled of antiseptic. A nurse was checking my vitals. My l

gentle. "A nice couple found you and called 911.

ut what had been done to me, about the chain of ev

charges," I sai

fused. "Press charge

someone for being a home-wrecker, for causing emotional distress that leads to an accident. But in my

later. He looked tired but

low. "You can't be serious, Scar. Pressing charges? What

She's the reason you weren't there for me,

r, patronizing tone. "I had to make a choice. Chloe and the baby needed m

g with a rage that felt cold

to my ankle. I instinctively reached for it, my hand pressing against my ribs

brow furrowed. "Oh. The doctor was supposed to speak with you about t

e fall?"

your recent miscarriage." She took a deep breath. "Captain Miller signed the consent forms. The damage was significant, and... well, Ms. Chloe's del

part of my body, a part of me that had carried our child, and give it to her. Without my knowledge. Without my consent. He had taken something from t

tidal wave of it. "G

ed confuse

I threw the water cup from my bedside table at him. It

aming. Someone pricked my arm with a needle, and a blessed numbness began to spread through

vor

was sitting in the chair by the window, his head

like genuine remorse. "I didn't know what else to do. The docto

me, to give me space, to do whatever it took to make things right. But his words were just noise. He had crossed a line from whi