“No,” I whispered. “And I think I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“What happened?”
I told her everything.
There was a long silence.
Then Rebecca said, “You are not coming back to that house alone if you feel unsafe. Do you understand me?”
I began crying.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“First, you come here. Then we figure out the rest.”
For the first time in years, I allowed someone else to help me.
Two days later, I returned to Dr. Wilson’s clinic for a follow-up appointment.
She reviewed the next steps for evaluating the ovarian cyst and referred me to a gynecological specialist.
Then she asked whether I wanted to discuss something else.
“Your husband may have medical information that you don’t know about,” she said carefully. “But we shouldn’t assume that without evidence. You deserve honest answers, and you deserve to make decisions without being threatened or pressured.”
