Ex-Husband's Regret
Evelyn M.Mbetween ruin and resolve: my ex-husband's regretmy coldhearted husband’s regret
I can see Sierra through the ICU window, motionless, connected to machines.
Lilly’s voice breaks the silence. “Is she going to be okay?”
The doctor sighs heavily. “I wish I could say yes. We managed to restart her heart, but it’s still weak. We’ll have to wait and see if she stabilizes.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I swipe it open and it’s the footage. I Immediately hit play.
The video shows Sierra’s hospital hallway. Then a figure appears. A nurse, dressed like the others—mask, cap, scrubs. But something about the way she moves makes my stomach twist.