«Yes, it does,» Ethan muttered.
For the first time, he looked afraid.
The nurse knelt beside me and checked my pulse.
«You should never have been left alone after the procedure,» she said. «We tried to reach your husband several times.»
«I was working,» Ethan replied.
The nurse glanced at the television and the game controller lying on the floor.
No one needed to answer him.
One of the officers picked up my discharge papers.
He read them slowly, then looked at Ethan.
The documents stated that I had suffered a miscarriage after arriving at the hospital severely dehydrated and physically exhausted.
The doctor had also written that I reported being forced to continue doing household chores despite weeks of bleeding and pain.
Margaret stepped forward.
«She never told us it was serious.»
I looked at her.
«I showed you the doctor’s note.»
She remembered.
I could see it on her face.
Three weeks earlier, she had torn the note in half and told me that women had been raising families for centuries without lying in bed all day.
Ethan had laughed.
Then he asked me what I was making for dinner.
My father helped me onto the couch and draped his coat over my shoulders.
