Reed
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Tapping the steering wheel. Drumming my fingers against the dashboard. Checking the clock every thirty seconds like an obsessive lunatic.
Where the hell was he?
He said he just wanted to thank a doctor. Maybe grab her for a quick word and come back. It wasn’t supposed to take this long. I hadn’t even shut off the ignition, thinking he’d be back any minute.
After fifteen minutes, my stomach twisted in knots.
Maybe he’s feeling sick, I thought. Maybe the stress of getting discharged is too much. Maybe something’s wrong—
I slammed my hand against the steering wheel.
No.
I wasn’t just going to sit here.
I threw the car door open and stormed across the parking lot toward the hospital entrance.
And that’s when I saw it.
Two security guards, both burly Betas, shoving my husband—my husband—out of the sliding glass doors like he was some kind of criminal.
I froze for a second, my brain stuttering.
Then rage exploded inside me.
“What the fuck do you think
