The unit had independent generators, and the lights were brighter. Medical equipment hummed steadily. The sound settled Audrey more than she expected.
Dr. Patel met them near an examination room.
“We need to check your labor.”
Seraphina stopped at the doorway.
“I’ll stay outside.”
Audrey looked at her.
Hours earlier, Seraphina had stood in a wedding ballroom surrounded by flowers, music, and hundreds of guests.
Now she stood barefoot in a hospital corridor, holding a broken phone and the remains of a life she no longer understood.
“Stay,” Audrey said.
Seraphina blinked.
“In the room?”
“Near the door.”
Elena helped position her beside the wall.
The examination was quick but tense.
Dr. Patel removed her gloves.
“You’ve progressed slightly, but not enough for delivery yet.”
“Can you stop it again?”
“We can try. The baby’s heart rate is strong.”
Audrey exhaled slowly.
The main emotional storm inside her had not vanished, but it no longer controlled her.
Her marriage might be broken.
Her career might be compromised.