Ethan’s voice rose. “How could she just walk out? She was exhausted—barely able to stand. And with a newborn?” His anger burned, but beneath it boiled something darker: fear. Every passing second felt like lost ground. “You should’ve been watching her,” he snapped. A few petals of the bouquet fell near his feet.
A nurse shook her head, guilt clouding her features. “She didn’t say anything. One moment she was in bed…the next she was gone.” Ethan felt heat crawling up his neck. She is tired, vulnerable, and not strong enough to care for herself, let alone their baby. Where was she going?