Her hands clenched at her sides. “I know how it sounds,” she whispered. “But I’m telling the truth. Please. I have messages. Names. The hospital will have records. Just—just look.” Her throat tightened. “I lost everything. My career. My health. And he just disappeared.”
Her voice broke. The tears came fast—hot, angry, humiliating. She turned slightly, wiping her cheek, already regretting walking in. From a nearby office, a low, firm voice cut through the room. “That’s enough.”