My heart pounded in my chest as Jenna’s eyes scanned the room, her gaze eventually landing on the curtain. She took a step forward, syringe still in hand, her expression changing from surprise to cold determination. My mind raced as I tried to process what I had heard. How could David be involved in this? My David? The man who had been by our side during Emily’s illness, showing nothing but concern and love?
Just as Jenna reached out to pull back the curtain, the door swung open again. This time, it was Dr. Hargrove, the head pediatrician, entering with a clipboard in hand. His presence was abrupt and commanding. He paused, taking in the scene—a tense standoff between nurse and child.
“Jenna, what’s going on here?” he demanded, his voice steady.
