Chapter 4 - Maren Stands Alone In Grief
Maren collapsed against the corridor wall, her knees buckling beneath her as the immediate danger temporarily receded. No one came to comfort her, and the nurses at the station averted their eyes, treating her like a pariah.
Dean walked back down the hallway slowly, his expression hardened into a mask of pure, unforgiving stone. He looked down at Maren crumpled on the floor, feeling zero empathy for the woman who had shattered his entire existence.
“Are you satisfied now?” Dean asked, his voice dead and devoid of any human warmth. Maren looked up, her lips trembling uncontrollably as she tried to form words that refused to come out of her throat.
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“He almost died, Dean,” Maren whispered, clutching her abdomen where the surgical stitches still ached. “How can you care about anything else right now except that he’s alive?”
“Because he is living proof of a betrayal that destroyed our family,” Dean answered, turning his back on her. He walked away toward the exit, leaving his wife crying alone on the cold hospital floor.
