Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace

rile white sheet a stark contrast to the growing red stain beneath me. The ride to the hospital w

ud, and smelled of antiseptic and fear. A nurse started to

owed h

, leaning against him, her hand on her perfectly round stomach. She was

bleeding on the floor, had brought

ept over me on the gurney. There was n

ne to hear. "She' s faking it. She did the sa

hesitated. She looked from me to

e' s blee

voice deceptively sweet. "She' s probably just try

rivate room," he ordered a doctor who had rushed over.

for her. He was ensuring his pregnant mistress got th

ward a curtained-off bay, a

arm of a passing doctor. "Pleas

He strode over, his

d, leaning down close to my face. "There is no baby.

"She' s my wife. She' s emotionally unstable.

The medical staff, intimidated by his presence and wealth,

id. The pain intensified, a brutal, ripping feeling deep

eneath me was now

"Doctor, she' s

ntion. Nurses and doctors swarmed around the gurn

is eyes. Not for me, I realized. For himself. What would this look like? C

the staff, a command born of pa

was watching, a small, triumphant smile on her lips. As my gurney passed, she took a deliberat

tching her stomach. "She hit

Michael didn' t see that. He only saw his pr

e so profound it was inhuman. He grabbed the sid

s voice echoing in the hallway

ay, he struck me again. Not a slap this time.

ute. It stole my breath, my sight, everyt

t bit of warmt

arkness took me was Michael' s voic

ou okay? Is th

one. And he h