A man walked in, dressed in the crisp, blue scrubs of a doctor but with the demeanor of an old friend. Dr. Ethan Turner had been overseeing Harley’s recovery and had quickly become a comforting presence during her hospital stay. His kind eyes, like a calm sea, immediately found Harley’s, and his face softened with concern when he noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks.
“Harley, what’s happened?” he asked gently, approaching her bedside with a steadying presence.
Harley, still reeling from the surreal experience, could only manage a hoarse whisper. “Mark… he wants a divorce.”
