22 August 2026

At 3:00 in the morning, a sudden call told me my husband had been rushed to the hospital…

“Hannah…” Ethan croaked. His voice was raspy, ruined.

I stood up. I don’t remember standing, but suddenly I was on my feet, towering over the scene.

“Who is she?” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was low, dangerous, void of emotion.

The doctor stepped in, sensing the volatility. “They were brought in together. An assault. They arrived in the same ambulance.”

I looked at the woman. I looked at the empty space where her hand had just been holding his.

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