*Olivia*
My skin had turned a pale yellow under the old fluorescent lights above, casting a sinking shadow that was very unflattering to my appearance.
“Mrs. Valentino?” A nurse dressed in blue scrubs and a stethoscope hanging around her neck asked. There were cartoon stickers stuck to her ID badge, and she smiled kindly as she called my name.
“That’s me,” I answered coolly, walking straight past the waiting room. I had only been waiting for about a minute before they’d called me back–a perk of being the wife of one of the hospital’s biggest donors.
Tallon had let that little tidbit slip one afternoon.
Stares followed me as the red cocktail dress I had been wearing fluttered around my thighs. I was clearly not dressed for a hospital visit, and everyone could tell.
“Here we are,” the nurse said, smiling as she pointed to the room I had come here for. “She should be ready to be discharged soon.”