During my night shift at the hospital, two patients were brought into the emergency room. Surprisingly, they turned out to be my husband and sister-in-law. I gave a cold smile and did something nobody expected.

The ambulance doors slammed open at 2:13 a.m., and for a split second, the world narrowed to a single, unbearable image.

My husband—bleeding, half-conscious.

And wrapped around him, crying into a paramedic’s shoulder, was Vanessa.

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