The doctor sighed, crossing his arms. He informed me that due to the extreme stress of the night’s events, both deliveries had faced complications. Sarah had been taken for an emergency procedures due to spiking blood pressure, while Maya was experiencing prolonged labor that was distressing the baby. He looked at me with a mixture of professional detachment and profound disapproval, telling me that medical staff were doing everything they could, but that I needed to remain in the main waiting area and not disrupt either ward.
Sitting in that empty room as the clock ticked away, the gravity of what I had done fully settled in. I hadn’t just lied; I had jeopardized the health and well-being of two innocent women and two unborn children, all to protect my own cowardice. The cold realization made my blood run colder than it had the moment I first saw Sarah at the desk. The secret was out, the damage was done, and there was no going back to the life I knew. I could only sit in the quiet aftermath of the explosion, waiting to see what, if anything, would be left standing.
