Chapter 1: The Man on the Stretcher
At 2:13 a.m., the sterile silence of the emergency room shattered under the screech of ambulance tires and the frantic thud of gurney wheels striking linoleum.
I stood at the triage desk, my pulse steady, my pen hovering over a half-finished intake form. Ten years as a nurse had taught me not to flinch. Pain came through those doors every night wearing different faces.
Then the trauma doors swung open.
A woman stumbled beside the stretcher, her coat stained dark, her mascara running down her cheeks in jagged black lines. She clung to the rails like her whole life depended on the man lying there.
I looked at his face.
My breath caught.
Marcus.
My husband.
Then I looked at the woman sobbing beside him.
Vanessa.
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