Lugard.
We signed the formal medical documents the very moment the doctor returned with the paperwork in hand. Once the ink was set, he immediately instructed all of us to clear the corridor, explaining that his team needed to move fast and transfer Theresa directly into the operating room.
I turned and walked away, my feet moving automatically as I sank deeper and deeper into the dark, tangled web of my own thoughts.
My mind spun in frantic circles trying to uncover the truth, but I genuinely couldn't picture who the culprit could possibly be.
Who had the access, the audacity, and the absolute cruelty to poison her under our roof?
All I could do was cling to a desperate prayer that Theresa would come out of this horrific procedure safe and alive. I had already been forced to endure six long, agonizing years of my life completely devoid of her presence. I couldn't do it again—living without her now was a dark, hollow existence I simply would not survive.
