A nurse approached with careful softness, asking whether Sandra “felt safe at home.” The question struck her like a direct blow. Why would they even ask that? What did they assume Jake had done? Sandra’s voice shook defensively as she insisted she felt safe with her husband and in their life together.
Sandra demanded an explanation, but the nurse only offered a sympathetic expression and said, “We’ll explain as soon as we can.” The evasiveness felt cruel, like being left in a locked room without windows. Every unanswered question twisted deeper into her chest, stretching her fear to its breaking point.