Chapter 12 : Don't Come Crying to Me

Ella

I arrive back at the hospital first thing in the morning, striding in like I own the place. In a way, I do now. The feeling of strength that continues to grow from the days away from George and our loveless marriage gives me more confidence.

It feels good to be the old Ella who used to walk these white halls with a purpose. To have the title of "doctor" before my name. To receive nods of respect and hello's instead of being ignored by anyone around me.

I relish each passing second.

And I believed my marriage was for the best? I've been foolish. Love with George Wickham was never a viable, genuine reality for me.

I make it to the wing I'd visited the day before, and I see that George's grandmother, Anna, is still the hot topic.

"She stopped taking her medication!" one nurse groans in frustration.

"Why? When?" a tall male doctor snaps.

Another nurse steps in. "She said she didn't believe it was helping!"

The tall doctor is a balding white man with crow's feet prominently