My heart sank as Mia’s tearful confession echoed in the room. The reality of her words settled in slowly, like a suffocating fog. I felt a mixture of fury and heartbreak—fury at my ex for subjecting our daughter to such a terrifying ordeal, and heartbreak for Mia, who had been carrying the weight of this secret all alone.
Dr. Evans stood silent, his anger palpable, yet focused. “We need to get her to a hospital,” he said, determination replacing fear. “She may need surgery to ensure there are no other fragments and to clean the infection.”
I nodded, still trying to process the situation. The idea of my ex using Mia as a pawn in his twisted game was beyond comprehension. The betrayal was incomprehensible; this was a man I had once trusted with my life, and more importantly, with our child’s life.
